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moonrisecoeur · 2 months

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romance — leon kennedy

author’s note: i am sick this is actually a really cute fic. although i might be a lil mentally ill. this fic is for @ovaryacted so i hope u like it nic :3 feeling re6 leon vibes hehe !!

wc: 4.7k

content: detective leon x psycho reader, fem!reader (reader wears a dress and is referred to femininely), no d/s dynamics but reader is slightly more in control, lots of pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, my girl, sweetheart, sweetie, pretty wife), talks of marriage, unprotected sex, blood as lube. reader is like actually insane but leon loves her.

warning: this fic is dark content, containing moderate amounts of blood and gore depictions, along with discussions of murder, torture, bodies, weapons, etc. please read with caution and take care of yourself.

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"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly.

“i would look pretty just for you.”

leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.

"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."

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“what… have you done now, princess?” he stumbles, because when you said you look good in red, he clumsily thought you meant you were going to wear a red dress for him.

“the guy was asking for it, lee,” you tell him, taking a step closer to reach out to him, but he steps back, “are you… afraid of me?”

“kinda. i also just… i don’t want you to get blood on my work clothes,” his smile is always gentle towards you. there’s no reality where detective kennedy can get mad at you, though. he adores you too greatly.

your eyes drop from focusing on his soft, warm gaze, to trailing down his body. he really does make himself pretty for you. black blazer and black dress pants on top of a red wine button down, top two buttons left unbuttoned because obviously the s in leon s. kennedy stands for slut. or maybe selfless? sensitive? submissive? who knows?

either way, you have the eyes of a predator. he knows you know that, yet you make no attempt to ease his mind, to tell him, ‘oh, it’s alright baby. i would never hurt you’ because neither of you are sure if that’s true.

“blood on your clothes, huh..?” you murmur, almost distantly, like your mind was somewhere else.

“we, uh, have dinner reservations, baby. why don’t you get cleaned up and we can go? i don’t think… the restaurant would appreciate blood all over their chairs and tables,” he looks away, and then back to you. your eyes are hungry, but he tries to keep you focused, “baby, you got rid of the body, right?”

“well.. not necessarily… i wanted to dismember him myself,” you pout, like you were asking for something a lot less gruesome. like, ‘leon, could we please get ice cream after dinner?’ but instead you were asking something a little bit more on brand for you. he doesn’t even know why he’s surprised.

“just… okay, whatever. just c’mere and kiss me, sweetie,” he welcomes you into his arms again, refusing to even pay any mind to the viscous scarlet liquid that saturates his velvet suit, your hand staining his neck and you reach to rest it on the back of his neck. he stopped caring about the mess and wrapped his arms around your waist.

you kiss him feverishly, stained hands and tainted souls clashing together. leon was rotten before you met him, corrupted and dark. you feel a bit more comfortable with the fact that you have not ruined him. there was nothing good about him to ruin. he lies, fabricates and destroys evidence, forces confessions, truly a brutal guy.

and yet, for the pretty thing that clutches onto him, only feeling truly happy in his arms, he is comfort. he’s safety and goodness. he is everything that’s right in her world. your world.

you are awful. but so is leon. that is why he loves you so dearly. if people like you both are even capable of such emotions.

your dress is carmine and if leon didn’t know any better, he’d think you were a victim of a heinous crime, but he does know better. and he knows there is not a single scratch or bruise on you.

leon holds you close to him, hands wrapped around your waist, giving you his complete soul, enjoying the warmth of your embrace and the familiar feel of your lips pressed against his. he squeezes you tightly and runs his hands along your hips, his touch smooth and gentle.

leon is your complete opposite. your touch is forceful and aggressive, but leon is gentle. all your body knows is his softness. you are erratic and violent, but leon is composed.

as you continue kissing him, leon's breath becomes heavier and his heart beats faster. he pulls away for a moment, panting gently as an expression of pure joy and relief crosses his face. leon leans down again, this time capturing your chin between his fingers as he looks into your eyes, soaking in the sight of you.

“you… are beautiful,” his voice echoes, low and full of an adoration even leon can’t wrap his head around. scarlet covers your figure, and all he can see is utter beauty.

“you got anywhere to be, detective kennedy?” you smile as you address him professionally, but it’s only teasing. your hand is moving to help him shrug off his suit coat and he thinks he might be here a bit longer than he thought. you throw it onto the table.when your hand starts moving to help him take off his jacket, his eyebrow raises in interest, and his eyes follow the movement of your hand until it touches his shoulder and starts undoing the buttons.

"no, nowhere in particular," he says casually, watching his coat get thrown to the side. you’re careless. that is expensive velvet, and your red hands definitely just ruined it. it’s alright he muses, he’ll just replace it.

the coat, he clarifies to himself. he’ll replace the coat. not this memory with you.

"excellent," you tell him, crimson fingers tangling into his blonde hair, “i wasn’t going to let you leave anyway.”

"i figured as much," he chuckles playfully, enjoying the feeling of your fingers digging into his scalp, massaging the tension away. leon's body relaxes against yours, savoring the feel of you pressed against him. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer.

"i've been working way too hard today," he sighs, and he sees the soft pout that comes to your face. it’s gotta be the cutest thing he’d ever seen, "don’t look at me like that, baby. i just didn't get much of a chance to relax. it’s my job, princess.” leon squeezes you tightly against him, the warmth from his body radiating against yours.

“how does your brain work for that long?” you shake your head, “i feel like i would start losing it with how long of days you work. you shouldn’t have to work so hard, lee.”

"i swear, i was staring at the same case file for like, ten hours straight," he sighs. "i can't look at those numbers and words anymore."

"i bet," you mumble, noticing the way the blood is drying up in his hair and on both of your clothes and skin, "you look like you're the murderer now," you chuckle, "i think i'm going to have to lock you up."

leon lets out a laugh, looking down at himself and noticing the dried blood caking up in his hair and on his suit, "i bet i do," he chuckles, "i look like i've just come from a crime scene."

leon looks up at you, his eyes shining mischievously. "then i guess you'll have to arrest me," he teases, "do you have the handcuffs ready?"

you laugh, mostly because you know he’s making shitty jokes, but also because you might enjoy restraining him a little too much, “oh yeah, except the jail cell is my bedroom.”

"well, you're the officer who has to bring me in," he says with a smirk, "i don't think i'll be resisting arrest too much."

“oh, shut up, dork. just kiss me,” you groan to him, pulling him in by the hips. his white button up dress shirt being stained by your red hands feels indicative of what you’ve done to leon. it’s not like he’s perfectly pristine, he’s been a corrupt cop for years, but… you have only made him worse.

it's as if he's addicted to the touch and affection of your hands, his body becoming hot with desire. he enjoys the way you press against him, your red hands staining his shirt and staining his soul. your fingers dig into his hips forcefully as you pull him in close to you, your tainted hands staining his clothes as you do so. you've definitely made him even more corrupt than he was before you came into the picture, and he's loving every second of it.

you pull away to whisper to him, in his ear, wet blood covering his skin and his clothes, "i love you."

now, he’s known for a long time that you love him, even if that love is twisted and tainted. as blood drips down the both of you, he wraps his arms around you more tightly, burying his face in your neck as he whispers into your ear.

"i love you too, princess,” he whispers back, not caring about the dried blood coating you both, "also, wait, where is your victim? did anyone see you? please tell me you were careful, baby."

"i destroyed his body parts already, don't worry. no one saw me."

"thank god.. or should i say thank you?" leon replies with a cheeky grin. to him, you are god. you are a religion. you are a deity who visits him in his dreams and treats him like her beloved human pet. he looks at you for a moment, his eyes trailing over your body, the dried blood of your previous victims making you look even more beautiful to him. god, you are so fucking pretty to him.

"though, i do need your help destroying evidence.." your fingers draw sweet little hearts onto his back once you throw his dress shirt off entirely, but he's certain your bloody hearts left literal, physical drawings on his skin. you are so fucking deranged and he adores you.

"i can help you with anything," he murmurs, leaning his head down to plant kiss after kiss on your neck, “that’s what i’m here for, baby.”

every trace of your blood-stained heart has been embedded and melded into his skin, like a stain that can never be washed out with bleach. he loves his psycho princess.

"but i don't want to think about that right now," you lean your head on his shoulder, "i just wanna be here with you.."

leon nods, enjoying the feeling of your head pressed onto him, the warmth from your body radiating gently, "i know, i know, baby," he says softly, "no worrying right now, just you and i."

after a moment of peace and calm, you perk your head up suddenly, a contemplative look on his face, "do you think... will i ever go to prison?"

leon chuckles, shaking his head as he continues stroking your hair, "no, you won't," he replies confidently, "not as long as i'm around, and i'm not going anywhere. i'll always keep you safe and make sure you're never caught."

leon feels the weight of your worries melt away from you. he enjoys being the one to calm you, tame you in a way. you are a monster, but with him, you’re his sweet girl with her.. mildly disturbing hobbies.

"you’ll be okay," he says gently, "i mean, if anyone does find evidence pointing to you, i'll get rid of it before it can even be used. i'm not going to let anyone come between us.”

“yeah?”

“you’re stuck with me forever, princess. i’ll make sure you never spend even one night in a jail cell. only the most comfortable living arrangements for my baby.”

you chuckle, pressing sweet kisses to his neck, “you’re the one that’s stuck with me. who knows? maybe my thirst for blood will include you some day.”

leon laughs, his body trembling slightly at your sweet kisses against his neck, he doesn't even want to think about the possibility of you deciding to kill him one day, but he also knows that it's not an impossibility. he swallows the lump in his throat and decides it's better to just push that thought away for now.

the worst part is… he knows you’d enjoy it. you’d watch the light slowly leave his eyes with glee. makes him nauseous.

"maybe," he says with a teasing tone, but it’s impossible to miss how his voice shakes, "but i'm more valuable to you alive, sweetheart."

“i know, i know.” you giggle, hands digging into the waistband of his fancy velvet slacks, “i just like playing with you. you get so nervous.. it’s cute.”

leon grins in return, but a hint of a nervous chuckle escapes his lips when he feels you start unbuttoning his pants.

he feels his heart rate start to pick up, both from anticipation and a little bit of anxiety, “you like playing with me huh…” he says in a lower, somewhat panting voice, “don’t play with your food, baby. do what you gotta do.”

you smirk, pushing him down onto his office chair, the same one you bought him a couple months ago when he was complaining about his old one. you sit yourself down on his lap, hands resting around the back of his neck, caressing him so sweetly. god, if leon closed his eyes, he could pretend this was normal and you were normal and you were both just two young lovers that adored each other.

his hands grasp your waist and keep you close, as he's afraid you'll leave him. you can't leave him now. not after all he's done for you, to protect you, to save you from yourself. he's ruined himself for you, he's destroyed evidence and burned bodies and lied and lied and lied for you. you can't leave him now.

his psychopath. his monster. his sweet lover. him. you belong to him.

he doesn't understand why you're so gentle with him, but you are and he's grateful, so he doesn't push the subject. when your hands pull at the waistband of his boxers, his eyes become soft and glassy and he rests his head back against the chair. you may do what you please with him at this point.

leon lets out a contented sigh as he relaxes back into the chair, his head leaning against the backrest as he gazes up at you. you are… breathtaking. a beautiful dove covered in her victim’s crimson blood.

your touch is soft and delicate, much different from the usual roughness that you've had with your previous victims. yet he can't complain that you're choosing to be so gentle with him, letting him keep this illusion of you being a normal person, just for a moment.

"can i have you, lee? right here, right now?"

it's almost amusing how normal that question sounds to him. after all this time, after everything he's done for you, after all the murders he's covered up for you, the bodies he's burned and the evidence he's destroyed... it almost makes him chuckle to hear that sentence. it’s remarkable, honestly. you’re vicious and violent and cruel… and you’re asking for consent? how adorable.

"of course," he says softly, his tone slightly pleading and desperate, "please. take me, baby... i'm yours."

you smile sweetly, though the sweetness is undercut by the blood on your face. he would almost assume you're possessed by something demonic if he didn't already know you were evil to begin with, "you make me so happy, baby." you muse gently, "you keep me safe, protect me when i mess up... i'm gonna be your perfect little wife someday."

leon chuckles softly at your words, but there's a part of him that's a little bit terrified. in his mind, he knows that this isn't the beginning of some fairytale romance, and that your intentions aren't quite pure, but he chooses to ignore those thoughts. he's already fallen down such a dark path because of your influence, so what's stopping him from falling a little bit deeper and going all the way down into this fucking madness with you?

"i'll protect you from everything," he replies, his fingers gripping tightly around yours, "nothing will ever hurt you again, my sweet wife. i’ll keep you safe and happy, always.”

"we should get married in a big, beautiful chapel. i don't need a lot of people there, i just want to be there with you."

leon grins, "you'd be happy with just a small wedding?" he asks with a hint of surprise in his voice, "i thought you'd want something big and extravagant to show off to everyone."

“all i need is a pretty dress and you,” you whisper to him.

leon chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face with his hand, his fingers slightly trembling. a part of him can't help but wonder how this would all end: would it actually end happily? with you two walking down the aisle to an altar, exchanging vows? or would it end up with his body buried deep in the woods?

he forces himself to ignore those thoughts, for now he should stay focused on the moment. you look at him so sweetly, so earnestly, so he decides to trust your intentions with him for now.

"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly.

“i would look pretty just for you.”

leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.

"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."

you smile as you lean in to kiss him again, hands finally resuming their movements to get into his underwear.

leon lets out a soft groan, his muscles tensing as he feels your hands slip through the fabric of his underwear, pulling out his cock for you to play with, or so he assumes you’ll do. you play with it like it’s a toy, something you can just have fun messing with while he sleeps or before you fuck him. he uses the verbage of ‘you fucking him’ because this is in no way him fucking you… even if it’s his dick. at some point that dick attached to his pelvis became yours..

he wraps his arms tightly around your waist as you begin to caress him. he's just so vulnerable to you, he's yours in every aspect of the word, physically and emotionally. yours, yours, yours.

"i'll be gentle, i promise. i'm just gonna stroke your cock, nice and slow.." you murmur. your touch is warm but teasing, and when you notice the tension in his body, you can't help but giggle, "i can't go too quickly just yet.. can't make you feel too much too soon."

leon chuckles softly, a part of him enjoying this teasing routine. he knows that eventually you'll give him what he wants, so he doesn’t mind waiting. whatever his girl wants, she gets.

"i know" he says panting slightly, "just take your time, princess..."

it's just so hard not to adore him, so malleable and soft, you could mold him into anything you want.

leon's eyes are starting to get hazy, his breath hitching in his throat and his body trembling. your touch is so delicate yet so powerful, it's making his entire body quiver. he’s not even on the edge but he feels like he is. both of your hands jerk him off so slow and sensual, and he knows the only reason they’re moving so smoothing is because your hands still have wet blood on them… which means you’re practically using that guy’s blood as lube and… this is so fucked up. you are so fucked up. you are awful and he can’t wait to make you his wife.

leon’s not necessarily the most submissive man alive, but he does listen well and you always get what you want, so take that as you will. he's always been so easy to mold into whatever you want him to be. he's followed along like a loyal dog, doing everything you ask of him. he's done such despicable things in your name, knowing that at the end of the day, you'll love him enough to keep him by your side.

he feels your thumb massaging his tip and he suppresses a nervous whimper, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in the feeling of your touch. you’re too much of a tease, but leon is patient.

“promise that you’ll always stay with me, lee. promise that you’ll never leave,” you whisper. he doesn’t know why you expect such a deep answer from him when his brain is becoming more and more mushy by the second.

“i promise," he whispers back, still panting slightly from pleasure. “i'm never going to leave you. i'll stay by your side for as long as we're alive. i'll never stop protecting you, loving you"

“i will sink my claws into you and never let you leave,” you growl.

he leans his head back against the chair again, a smile creeping on his lips as he lets out a shuddering breath. "i'm all yours, princess, and i have no desire to be anyone else's."

just as he starts to get close to the edge, riding the fine line of pleasure, you pull your hands away from him. you feel bad for denying him, but you're only doing it so you both can finish together. leon lets out a soft shiver as you tug your hands away, your teasing just making him more and more desperate.

he lets out a tense, groaning sigh as you pull your hands away, a small whimper escaping his lips as you did so. he's so close, but you're not quite ready to let him cum yet.

leon tries his best not to show his disappointment, the build up has been intense and it's frustrating to feel himself denied, but he knows you love it. you love making him desperate, making him beg.

he concedes: this is what you like, so it’s what he likes.

but his disappointment is quickly brushed away as you get up off of him to take off your beautiful bloody dress, and your undergarments too. for all of the blood on your face, neck, chest, and arms, the rest of you is mostly untouched, and he finds the difference rather amusing. your stomach and thighs look so soft and innocent.

he gazes at you lustfully as you remove your clothes, his breath catching in his throat as he stares at your naked body. he can’t think, can’t breathe, his eyes going everywhere they’re not supposed to. he can only try so hard to be a gentleman.

"you.. are going to make me your wife," you say, voice carrying an air of certainty. you are not suggesting. you are telling him what's going to happen, and he will obviously obey, “you’ll buy me a pretty ring. nothing expensive, don’t waste your money on something stupid like a diamond. and you’ll take me on a beautiful honeymoon, and we’ll spend every moment of those days together just fucking like rabbits. understood?”

marriage was never something he considered until you called yourself his ‘pretty little wife’ to be honest, but with the way you're demanding it now... it's something he'd easily give in to, "okay" he finally manages to whisper back, "anything for my beautiful wife."

you smile gently, settling back onto his lap, pussy aching for the cock in front of you, so desperate to fill you up, “you ready, baby?” you ask.

leon nods, his eyes fluttering briefly at your words, “yeah, i'm ready," he mumbles, his breath already short and his heart beating so hard he's surprised that you can't hear it.

you slide him inside, giving yourself a moment to adjust. leon can't help but find the slight discomfort in your face cute.

you moan gently, resting your hands on his shoulders, "o-oh, ah..."

he can hear every soft sound and breath that escapes your lips as you begin to move, and he can't help but let out a soft groan as well. his hands grip tightly around you, tightening every time you moan or gasp.

leon holds onto you for dear life, he knows he's already so close to finishing, he could really blow any second, but the longer this goes, the longer this moment lasts, the more intense it gets. you’re going to kill him one of these days.

"l-lee.." you gasp, hips rocking back and forth, almost circular motions.

"oh god.. baby..." he lets out a tense moan as you ride him, movements gentle but somehow still so overwhelming. his fingertips dig into your shoulders as he tries to keep himself restrained, but he's at the very edge of his control.

every movement sends a jolt through his body, his muscles flexing and releasing with everything he's got to keep himself from finishing before you.

“leon…” you groan again, and he never really realizes the effect he has on you until your body is trembling as you ride his cock. your voice isn’t quite begging, but he almost hears it like that. it sounds like a love confession wrapped up in his name. he doesn’t see it until all of your defenses are down, but you love him so helplessly that it must be scary.

god, he wants to hold you in his arms forever and never let you go. protect his serial killer for the rest of her days.

he lets out another tense, breathy moan as you start to move even faster, you're pushing him to the limit. every sensation that he feels is so intense, he can hardly handle it, it takes every ounce of self-discipline in his body to keep himself from finishing early, but that’s what you get for edging him right before. you put him at a huge disadvantage.

“wait for me..” you whisper, “wanna cum with you..”

he nods his head, his eyes squeezed shut as a trembling breath escapes from his lips. he's trying his hardest to wait for you to finish, the urges and sensations within him are overwhelming and he feels as though he might explode at any moment.

and he does unfortunately, just a moment early, but it kick-starts your orgasm so for the most part, you’re both gasping and moaning and breathing fast and shaky and helpless together, hands grasping at any skin they can reach as you’re pulled ever closer to him. he sticks his head into the crook of your neck as your pretty pussy squeezes around him. he feels breathless and helpless, holding you like he’d die without you. he feels your heavy breath and your hands tightly gripping him, you must be completely gone, orgasm hitting you in waves that squeeze every drop of cum out of him.

you’re his, he realizes. completely, utterly his. you need him. you can’t go on without leon and there is nothing more pleasing than being your lifeline. your face makes that cute little pout, dried bloody fingers making his shoulders red, but this time it might just be his blood. your nails are digging into him, but he can’t blame you. you’re too lost in pleasure to realize what you’re doing.

once you both start to slow and calm down, breathing returning to a more normal pace, you lean down to rest your head on his chest.

after a moment, you ask him, “are you really gonna marry me?”

“mhm,” he hums, fingers brushing against your head, licking his thumb to try and rub off the dried blood on your forehead, “i'll get you a ring and get down on one knee and everything.”

“what will our wedding be like?”

“whatever you want, princess,” he closes his eyes, “i don't have a single care in the world about what flowers you pick or if you want to invite people or if you just want it to be us two and an officiant in the empty wedding chapel. i just want to call you my wife. my sweet, pretty wife. my girl. my only love.”

you giggle, nuzzling closer into his chest, “detective kennedy. my husband,” you grin cutely, “my leon. mine.”

burgundy drips from his fingertips as he brushes them against your cheek, “yours.”

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asmolfolk · 18 days

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Boothill Romantic Headcanons.🍓☽。･:*:･

Just a quick heads up: This character had their history and dialogues leaked, if you haven't seen the leaks and don't to be spoiled by the character backstory: Please, save this to read for later! Stay safe! Also, as always: I will always try to make this as neutral as possible. Informations that could potentially be Canon x OC are NOT there (Such as your region, what you work with and etc.) And also, I use He/them for Boothill as I headcanon him as nbmasc!

Fandom: Honkai Star rail. Character: Boothill Idea: "How would the characters be as romantical partners?" TW: SPOILERS! 🍓☽。･:*:･

Boothill

Falling in Love.

Who fell in love first?

He fell first.

If you saw the leaks you know… This man can’t cry, this man lost everything that he once owned. His planet was considered uncivilized from the IPC, he lost everyone he cared about in one day. He became “Boothill”, a cyborg that hated the IPC… And, so, there’s the question: How did you fall for him? He can’t catch this. He doesn’t understand WHY or, better, HOW someone could ever love him. He wasn’t even HUMAN anymore, how could someone love “something” like that? Yet, you came. As a breeze in the summer, as a sweet taste in an unknown mix… You weren’t supposed to have his heart in your hands… But you have. Maybe it was the way you kept on talking to him, kept on helping him out whenever and anywhere. You two started to form some sort of alliance and have someone so pretty, such a pretty pal… Was not okay with his mechanical heart. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

How do they notice they have fallen in love?

He couldn’t understand WHY or HOW he fell in love. But, he realized that when he was talking to you and he started to feel some heat when he saw your smile, heard your laugh or just held your hand, he felt like he could combust. This was enough for him to realize that he liked you, but… Not that he was falling in love. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the details - he knew when he was in love with someone, even if he never felt it so deeply like this. But, even then, it was too early. You had known each other only for a few weeks, he decided to wait… And when he noticed some action on your part or even something that he could be delusional over you liking him back… ONLY THEN, he would confess. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Confession.

Who confessed first?

It depends.

Now, we came into a difficult subject. Even if I said that he would confess… If he never saw something that could clarify his head and to make sure you like him back, he wouldn’t confess. Now, the reasoning: He already lost so much. Somewhere in his head, being with another person can mean a lot of things… And one of them is feeling, he doesn’t know how he will handle not being able to cry, not being able to feel you with all his body. He doesn’t want to make you suffer… So, if he doesn’t see anything: He wouldn’t confess.

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And there he was, overthinking every single little thing that happened in those couple of weeks… And he couldn’t get his head in the problem that he built. Do you love him or not?

He was asking himself this question over every communication that you guys had, he would do anything to try to prove to himself that you don’t. Every action you take, everything that you do… Oh, those little things that he loved. Every single movement was put into his hard drive, his memory wouldn’t let him know how much he loves you… And, just like that…

You don’t know how surprised he was when those words came out of your mouth. He would ask you to repeat your confession, again, again and again… IF only he could cry while listening to you, pouring your heart out to him…. Oh, darling, he loves you way too much. He would immediately hold you and spin you around, he wants you to feel what he can’t… To feel his loving hands holding you just like the awesome, pretty and important lil’ thing.

“Hah, Doll… Didn’t expect ya’ to be so forward… Are my actions not enough answer? I want ya’ too. I love ya’… And I don’t think I will ever feel something like this again.” - He said, his words were sugarsweet and held a sincerity that no one could ever see before.

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Now… What if he confesses first? What could potentially happen if Boothill decides: “Fudge this! Let’s do it”?

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You knew something was happening when Boothill was not looking directly at you. They seemed to be a bit off today, holding a box that he seemed to grip a bit too strongly while they guided you to a private place.

It was one of the calmest day in your life… For once, you could enjoy their company happily. You two were alone, sitting close to the hill while looking at the sky… It was already night, but, somehow, you didn’t feel tired.

“Darlin’...” - They called, seemed to be thinking a bit too much before they let the box right in your lap - “Juss’ wanna make sure you… Understand it.”

When you opened the box, it had everything you talked to them about. Every item you liked, every item you told them you would love to receive from a boyfriend… For a second, you thought they misunderstood you until you reached for a letter, it had their black lipstick and just a simple phrase: “Wanna be my partner forever?” with a silly doodle of them.

They, seeing your reaction, would say; “Just to make sure: It’s romantical alright? I wouldn’t do this kind of thing for some friend… Just for you.”

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Language of Love.

What's their language of love?

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Quality of Time, Gifts and Words of Affirmation.

Now, HEAR. ME. OUT. This dude, this bro, this cowboy bebop!!!!! They want NOTHING but you to be happy, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT: YOU GET! THEY DON’T SEE REASONS OR ANY ARGUMENT FOR NOT MAKE YOU THEIR QUEENIE/KINGIE/ROYAL! The truth is: Boothill feels like his words, his time and gifts are the only thing that he can do to make things “better”. He can’t… Feel you the way he wants, he can’t cry for you, he can’t provide you with those things - so he provides you with things he can. He can tell you how pretty you are, how amazing you are, how everything you do is incredible. He can gift you - He can give you anything you want, he can go into an adventure and come back with so many gifts that your house gets flooded with them. He normally comes home with a lot of gifts, so: When you pull for him, remember that! He also makes sure to spend lots and lots of time with you. Always making sure for you to feel loved and unmatchable!

“Ma doll, didn’t expect you to be here so soon! Well, look at the goods I got ya. Hm, hm… Yeah, I know that it’s too much, but all of them remind me of ya’ pretty face. Especially those lil’ cat cakes thingies.” - They would chuckle as he saw your reaction… It was those moments that made him sure: He may have lost his family but he found a new one.

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Reaction of your language of love.

Lemme tell you one thing: He doesn’t care, he is gonna take all of your love like the greedy robocop he is. He says he doesn’t have a preference and he is going to love everything you give to him, but the truth is: NOTHING shows him more love than you just being yourself. Not you trying to make him feel loved or anything, just you being you. You doing things you love, you talking to people about your favorite things… All those little situations are enough for him. He loves it. But, being honest here… I think he loves the way you touch his face - THIS MAN IS TOUCH STARVED - it’s actually the only place he can feel. He feels like - for just a moment - you two could be a normal couple. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

As boyfriend/partner.

How do they treat you?

Do I need to repeat myself? HE LOOOVES YOU SO SO MUCH! He is 100% one to take you out to many different places just because he wants to see you smiling for a bit. When you two start dating, he seems to be on cloud 9 for the first time in forever… He is still asking you to repeat those three words that make his mechanical heart plump as if it was human's. He still asks you to accompany you instead of asking you for a date. Give him a bit of time, he’s still understanding that you truly accepted his confession and that you didn’t leave him behind. Sometimes, when you two sleep close or together he stops everything he’s doing just to observe you, to have every moment with you in his memory card. In those moments, he normally notices: “You are real, THIS is real.” You would receive double the care on those moments, being treated just like the sweet lil’ thing you are. He would say some corny shit, I will admit. He is the type to make jokes just to crack a smile on you, he is also always trying to make you feel lighter - feel like you have no such thing as a sad day and to make you… Feel like you could fly, be free for once.

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Jealous.

I’ll tell you: I THINK HE’S A JELLY GUY! Boothill gets jealous more to think: “You are going to leave him for someone that CAN feel you.” and he just can’t let that happen, right? He wants to be with you and he is scared that, maybe, you will come to the realization that you aren’t interested in this mess anymore. He is a scared man, scared of losing the only family he has left.

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Resume.

As a boyfriend, Boothill is a sweet and loving one. Yeah, you guys can have REALLY nasty discussions that can only result in both of you getting hurt, but, HE IS ALWAYS THE ONE to come up to you - telling you that you two need to talk without fighting. He is also someone who will cherish you. As I’m married to him I can assure you: He is going to be a perfect hubby… You just need patience!

#x reader #reader insert #genderneutral reader #gender neutral reader #headcanon #gn reader #boothill x reader #boothill #boothill hsr #hsr boothill #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr imagines #hsr headcanons

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yoonsdoll · 2 months

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a love worth waiting for - chs

content : bsf!vernon x f!reader ; a lil angsty but fluff & happy ending ; 1.5k words warnings : vernon curses like 2ce lol - you are the most important person to vernon, but is it requited? an : i keep going on random writing hiatuses for no reason even tho i have so many ideas idek someone sos!!

vernon has loved you ever since he met you. as cheesy as it sounds, its something he cant deny whenever his friends ask him about, something he rants for hours about to his sister, something he finds himself thinking about more often than not.

he remembers it like it was yesterday, even if its been years. it was an unusual meeting; seeing a pretty girl on a walk in the middle of summer would usually be normal, if only he didn't trip on a rock and land awkwardly conveniently on your path… and then make a comment on how his sister has the same shoes as you as if you’d care.

but you did. you made sure he was okay and laughed at his comment, then blabbered something about how your boyfriend has a similar hat to him. and, oh. he should've seen that coming.

of course he should have. such a put together, sweet girl would obviously have lines of guys lining up at her feet (or falling, in hansols case). but that didn’t matter - you only just met, you’d probably become friends if he asked for your number, that would be enough for him.

and for the first few months it was enough. you hit it off great, messaging each other often and even hanging out occasionally… well, when your jackass boyfriend let you. he hated your boyfriend - no, despised him. it wasn't even a case of jealousy; more of a genuine worry, at least for a while. he made it vocal on how he doesn’t like how your boyfriend controlled your life, but obviously supported your choices anyway. who wouldn't? you became his best friend, he would do anything to see you happy.

behind the worry he presented, vernon was stuck.

“i don't get it, why would she be with him if he's so.. controlling and mean?” everyday he called his friends.

“she literally looks unhappy, i feel bad and.. i dunno, angry... is that stupid?” everyday he talked about it, about how he wants to help you and, well, about you. “shes so… nice and pretty and forgiving. dude, he really doesn’t deserve her.”

until one day, “i could treat her better.”

he accepted it. he knew it wasn’t fair, for him or for you. everything leading up to that moment that he did, he thought it was simply sympathy. he put on this friendly act to not hurt your feelings, but maybe it was to not hurt his own. you wore your heart on your sleeve. it was obvious you were in love with your boyfriend, not him. and no matter what he did, that wouldn’t change.

soon you noticed the same things that vernon begged you to see in your boyfriend for a very long time. the gaslighting, restrictiveness, the bored attitude, and when you drifted apart it was only a waiting game till you broke it off.

vernon was surprised that the way his eyes sparkled when you came to cry to him didn’t give him away. truthfully, he couldn’t care less about the way it all went down or what he told you while you broke up with him. what mattered was that you were out of the situation you were blinded in.

“he was a fucking dick,” no brainer, “its unfair - y'know, someone you love being out of reach.” those words sounded awfully familiar.

actually, maybe to him what mattered more is that he finally could reach you.

“i still love him,” you mumbled between your tears as vernon cooed at you.

he should've seen that coming too, and he couldn’t blame you at all - ever. but why did it sting so much more than the first time?

when he searched for your laugh after making a joke, you were laughing out of pity. when he comforted you, you weren’t thinking about him and how he was always there for you, instead you were thinking about yourself. when home to him was wherever you were, home to you was wherever your ex boyfriend was.

you just lost someone so dear to you and he was being so selfish.

you two breaking up should've been the greatest thing he has heard in months, but instead he suddenly couldn’t help but feel like there was a bigger wall between you both than ever.

of course, you never had feelings for him in the first place. vernon knew that. but something in him always held onto the possibility of you ending up together. not anymore, not after those four words left your mouth. he felt stupid for ever even having hope.

he paused to think before he spoke - something he rarely ever did when he was with you. “i know you do.” shaking his head gently, he added, “your heart just got broken, its a fresh wound, of course you still love him.” did everything he say have to apply to him too? it was almost humiliating in a way.

“its embarrassing… im the one who broke it off, i shouldn’t like him.” right, you felt it too.

at the end of the day, no matter who he was to you, you recognised him as someone you could trust. you spoke your thoughts freely, you were always by his side, you were his best friend; thats something vernon failed to see. he understood now to expect nothing but appreciate everything. because after all, being your friend would always be enough for him.

vernon promised himself he wouldn’t do or say anything stupid for your sake. he knew breakups are tough, and he knew that feelings don’t change in a day. he loved you, so he never would blame you for anything negative you made him feel. he wouldn’t blame you because you didn’t know.

or so he thought.

because months later when you arrived at his door looking more nervous than usual with a small smile on your face, vernon couldn’t be more confused.

“its almost 11pm.. what’re you doing here…?”

you let yourself in, setting your shoes aside and placing your coat on the hanger before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch to sit down.

“is it true?”

“...is what true?”

“is it true that you have feelings for me?”

was that a trick question? “i mean..” he cleared his throat with a harsh cough, leaving the room silent for a few moments that felt like hours. “is that really what you’re doing at my house at 11 in the evening?”

“stop it. stop avoiding the question. just answer me.”

“where’d you even get that idea from? dude i mean, you’re my best friend so if you’re asking -”

“you know what im asking..” your hands felt clammy, suddenly regretting knocking on the door after debating if you should for a solid 5 minutes. “i’m.. not mad or anything.” you added.

this was the million dollar question. he felt scared. “ha..” he couldn’t help but scoff to himself, “yeah.” though his tone tried being confident, the lack of eye contact and leg jittering was enough to see how nervous he truly was.

“im… so sorry,” you stared at him with your nose slightly scrunched - a detail he noticed whenever you were upset. “what? sorry? pfft.. theres nothing to be sorry for.” you figured he’d say that.

“im sorry for not noticing it earlier. i feel like an idiot.”

“no.. i feel like the idiot.” he quickly butted in, trying to take the blame, “you shouldn’t have to ‘notice’ anything. i should have told you ages ago so we could get past… whatever this is. i was just being a pussy and i -”

you admired his dedication to try explain but decided to stop him. “no vernon, im sorry for making you wait.”

making him wait? “what are you even talking about? you didn’t do anything i swear…”

“maybe you really are the idiot..” you suddenly smiled a little wider, catching him off guard, “i meant i'm sorry for not noticing my feelings.. for you.. earlier.”

if he was confused before, he was now completely dumbfounded. the frown on his face wiped into a completely new expression. one of certain shock and hope, but with an equal amount of doubt.

“agh..” you groaned in fake annoyance, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “i’m telling you that i like you too.”

oh. for once, he didn’t see that coming.

“are you serious?” he mumbled out, struggling to process the consumed information, a million things going through his mind.

“no im lying.” you tilted your head, “obviously im serious, why else would i be here?”

“you’re right.. i don’t know why i said that.” he nodded, a smile forming on his own face, “im just… at a loss of words dude.”

he let go of a breath he didn’t notice he was holding, sighing from relief as he looked at you. no more words were exchanged before he moved closer to hug you. a hug of love, ease and joy.

“if so.. can i be your boyfriend?” he whispered in a happier tone than before, the previous fear moulded into delight.

“yeah. i’d like that a lot.”

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ashxketchum · 4 months

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MY DEPRESSION HAS BEEN CURED MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING ALL BECAUSE OF THIS ONE IMAGE THIS IS THE YEAR OF ADVENTURE PANDERING LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Let's break this down one by one ~

This is such a good Sora fit I don't even know how to explain how very much OG Sora this is, the pink tones of the overall sporty outfit perfectly capture all levels of her personality. To top it off she's sharing flower themed cream sandwiches with Piyomon AAAHHH the subtle reference okay merch team you can take a w. Not to mention Sora is perfectly matching with Taichi and the fruit in her sandwich is orange stoooopppp itttt!!!!!

TAICHI OMG who is dressing this boy because that's the most he's ever jocked as a 11 year old. The sweatshirt, cargo pants, matching wristband and the sense to put his goggles down, he is winning the sporty casual fashion show for sure. And of course him and Agumon are enjoying some chicken popcorn, love how they weren't even subtle with the packaging art we all know Japan's favourite fried chicken brand anyway 🤣

Yamato. YAMATO. Y A M A T O. You're 11 can you tone down the cool guy heartthrob behaviour for a minute because I am losing my mind THE DOGTAG CHAIN IM GONNA SCREEAAAMMM ACTUALLY I AM SCREAAAMING AAAAHHHHHHH. He looks so good, there is absolutely no wrong element in his entire outfit, everything is perfectly paired up, a fashionista is among us. The little thumbs up over the onigiri that Gabumon is offering him?? Is he telling Gabumon that he's okay with having one and Gabumon can have the rest because that's the sweet, protective, kind, caring baby he is at heart???🥹🥹🥹The blue and green gradient in the background tho?? Mimato math is mathing bestiesss 🤣

Takeru is just a lil guy, but such a perfect lil guy!!! I like how his outfit has the similar green shade as his anime outfit but they still chose to gave him a new beanie instead which doesn't really match the colour tone of the rest of the fit but it's Takeru so we know that he can pull any hat off and that's what he does!!! Him and Patamon sharing burgers, okay mood, but why is he looking so surprised? I need to know what happened, did he spill some sauce on his overalls? Was the burger too hot to bite? WHAT HAPPENED TAKERU????? 😢

Jou, I see you paired up the plaid pants with a nice long, muted, warm toned jacket BUT I SEE THAT PURPLE SHIRT POKING IN FROM INSIDE and excuse me sir but why that purple with the plaid 😭 I need to see a version where Jou isn't wearing the jacket so I can make an informed rating on this outfit but may I add that in the full merch pic he has paired this look with green and white sneakers...I cannot defend you I am sorry Jou, please try brown loafers next time 😭 But outfit aside, Jou eating a taiyaki with Gomamon is lowkey funny I just know that Gomamon cracked a Marching Fishes joke at least once.

Koushiro...I will not go into detail but I will say it's cute that you have a sweater with a little K on it, it's also very cute that there is a splash of orange in your outfit, who's attention are you vying for it isn't subtle at all bby boy and I am grateful you matched your shoes to your sweater even if the socks are definitely a choice and that blue with orange is also definitely another choice. Good to see your are making choices. I like that him and Tentomon are sharing dango, it's always nice to see Koushiro's fondness towards Japanese traditional snacks hinted at in some way.

MIMI. QUEEN. SLAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!! YOU NEVER EVER MISS MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL. The pastel tones matched with the grey stockings for contrast, that beret and the fuzzy hem boots, you just know she shops at Takashimaya and Isetan and anything below it will just not do 👏🏻 Plus Sora and Mimi are wearing the same tones, which probably means that they pre-planned the outfits together, cuties!!! Also Crepe is such a Mimi™️ choice of dessert but I always get teary eyes when I see Palmon mimic Mimi's gestures, there is just so much love and admiration between them for each other, pure childish wonder 💚 And the crepe even has a cutesy character face on it, which kinda looks like Monzaemon, though I can't be sure but if it is then another win for a subtle reference. Not to mention both Yamato and Mimi look like they've dressed in a more cool and elegant style than the rest like they might be on their way to a date THE MIMAT MATH IS MATHING YALLL!!!

Hikari looks super cute, I think there isn't much official art of her in casual clothing for OG stuff so it's nice to see her in a more cutesy fit suited to her age. The hairband matching the cardigan is such a nice touch!! I can't recall any other casual outfit for OG design Hikari except the War Game and Memorial Party dress, so I think this would be the first time we see Hikari with a hairband and it just looks adorable. Of course she is sharing an ice cream with Tailmon, it's kinda their brand now but like Takeru she's making a surprised expression, perhaps she wasn't expecting Tailmon to offer her a bite of her ice cream?

To conclude, this is probably the best OG artwork we've gotten since Idk maybe the Rainy Day stationery series. This will be sold in advance at the Kamio Store booth at Anime Japan 2024. No other details were mentioned, but the event booth sale feels like a pre-sale before the goods become available more widely at other outlets, hopefully, at some stores that international fans have access too as well.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Ayushi out.

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articdelilah · 1 year

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ꕥWomen’s Dayꕥ

Happy International Women’s day!! I hope everyone had a lovely day today :] I thought this would also be the perfect excuse to write some demon slayer characters and what they would do for women’s days!! Also The internet NEEDS more Enmu content so I am here to deliver.

Warning!: Mention of spicy time (not in detail or anything), Muzan being a lil asshole (not surprising) and some very handsome demons. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Akaza

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Akaza clears all his plans for women’s day!! He makes sure to have the day OFF. He finishes his missions on time and gets everything done before this day.

Literally always remembers and wakes you up with kisses on your face, gently murmuring “Good morning” as he sets a vase of flowers on the bedside table.

This day is so special to him, It’s the day he has an excuse to just shower you in love! Akaza makes this day like a second anniversary, He lives for it!

Silent late night walks in a forest near a river or stream, maybe a little picnic too^^ He admires the moonlight on your skin and the way you smile as you tug his arm to walk faster.

Chocolates, Flowers, Jewellery you name it! This guy is on top of his game and won’t let you down, Not like it’s even possible to be let down by Akaza BUT YK-

He’s your little puppy for the day! So cute

Akaza is so sweet 10/10 HUSBAND MATERIAL!

Douma

🌑

Okey so here’s the thing, Douma wouldn’t plan it. He probably forgot until one of his followers mentioned it or (if you have a calendar because lets face it Douma wouldn’t have one) He’d check a calendar and be like “Oh yeah!” *snaps fingers*

He’ll shower you with attention and love! His gifts include Jewellery and New clothes! If you like reading, Douma might find a way to get his sharp lil hands on a book you’ve wanted for a long time^^

I don’t think he’s such of a chocolates type guy though, That’s okey though! He makes up for it I promise!!

While he can’t eat normal human food, He’d make his followers make you some so he can munch on a human while you eat your normal food.

Unless you are a demon, then yippe! You share a human together 💖 So romantic

Douma is a clingy little dog (ignore that he is clingy no matter what day-)

9/10💖

Muzan

🌕

Muzan would definitely forget or perhaps he doesn’t really care?? Who knows.

Doesn’t see why it’s important. I mean, It’s not like he gets a ‘International Men’s day’ so he doesn’t see what’s so special in Women’s day (🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩)

Nevertheless, if he sees you upset about him not celebrating it then he’ll sigh and walk to your side, wish you a (Rather forced) happy women’s day and hug you. Muzan hugs are very rare, THATS HIS GIFT TO YOU

Don’t expect gifts. Don’t expect special treatment. Don’t expect worship. Don’t expect lovey dovey romantic dates.

It’s not like he doesn’t love you, Muzan loves you!! You are his Queen and he’d die without a second thought for you, its just that he thinks it’s stupid and its a waste of time to be upset about it.

-1/10. GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER MUZAN!

Enmu

🌔

I think everyone knows that Enmu treats you like a Goddess on the daily anyways but MY GOD

Maybe won’t give you flowers but his hands and eyes are all over you, He just can’t let you go for the whole day

He’s so sweet, He’ll do anything u say!! He’s so sweet it’ll make your teeth rot

You two probably share a meal of some sorts

Probably wrote you a poem for the occasion

If you are a demon, a picnic on top of the train is a must!! I wouldn’t recommend if you are a human though, Stream blowing directly on your face might cause respiratory issues-

Might turn a little spicy at the end of the night 🤭

9/10 GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE ENMU (and pls gimme more Enmu fanfics I’m desperate 😭)

Kokushibo

🌗

Like with Muzan, He probably doesn’t remember. Infact, I don’t think he’d even know something like this existed. He won’t even notice until you confront him that it’s women’s day.

A bit confused tbh. Why is there a women’s day? What do you do on women’s day? Does this even exist or are you just trying to get him to pay attention to you? Is he supposed to give you something?

He’ll remember from that day on, Wishing you a Happy women’s day every year.

Maybe he’ll take you stargazing if you’re lucky

Give him loads of kisses! He’ll make it up to you by little gestures such as holding your hand or kissing your hand

6/10. Good effort Koku

Thank you so much for reading Sugar Cookie! Until next time!! Remember, Requests are open^^

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AoT as songs during a breakup and why [Pt. 1 Men Edition]

Contains: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Bertholdt, Levi

Warnings: insecurity, implied cheating, drug use, pining, toxicity, crying

Eren- [Black Cats- ZillaKami]

After you two break up, Eren goes through three phases. Anger at you, anger at himself, and finally just trying to forget and pretend nothing ever happened. He’s the type of guy that smokes until he’s numb, and forces himself to ignore the heartbreak. If he broke up with you, he’ll probably be back in your DMs in a week. But if you hurt him, he’ll expect you to come back and apologize. The man is too prideful to beg.

Armin- [If Only- Fink]

Sweet Armin 🥹 baby boy, he blames himself. Even if the breakup was your fault, he’s thinking of all the ways he could’ve been better for you. He’ll run through every possible reason you felt like he wasn’t enough for you, any sign he missed that he wasn’t trying hard enough. He won’t get over you, even as the time passes, there will always be room in his heart that he’ll keep unoccupied in case you ever decide to come back for him. This boy will love you forever, even if it hurts.

Jean- [It’s Called: Free Fall- Rainbow Kitten Surprise]

Jean is a very emotional guy…in private. He won’t outwardly show how it affects him, he’ll go out with friends and make an appearance at parties like it’s no big deal. For the first while he’s able to fool himself too. It’s one night when he gets home after a trip to the lake with his friends and starts thinking about how quiet his evenings are without you, he breaks. He feels a bit hopeless, and frustrated that he can’t just turn it off. He doesn’t want to feel it, because he’s scared it will consume him. He’s scared that other people will recognize his vulnerability.

Connie- [Who Needs Love- Trippie Redd]

My man is a LIAR. Connie hates you. He’s talking shit, he’s saying you were toxic and he’s glad you’re gone. He doesn’t need you and he could have anyone he wants, so why be sad? Until he runs into you at a party and you drunkenly admit that you still love him. Suddenly the world is colorful again, and loving really is worth the pain.

Reiner- [Creep- Radiohead]

Even if Reiner isn’t a loser, in his own mind he is. He went into your relationship believing you deserved so much better than him, he never understood how you managed to look at him and see anything worth loving. Everything he ever did was to ensure your happiness, so if leaving him is what will make that happen, he’ll let you go. He’ll watch you post on your instagram story when you go on dates, he’ll see your happy lil smile and he’ll smile to himself, ignoring the tear that escapes his eyes and moistens his pillow. He tells himself that he’s just proud of you, and glad you’re doing well.

Bert- [Break- Alex G]

Bert is a loser, and he believes he’s a loser. It’s endearing, because he doesn’t understand how he managed to pull you in the first place. He would walk to the ends of the earth and back barefoot to make you happy, his love knows no bounds. He’s a certified simp and he doesn’t mind being called one, because he doesn’t see any reason not to be proud that others are acknowledging how diligently he loves you, how devoted he is to your happiness. When things end, he feels cheated and drained. Like it was all for nothing. The type of guy who will say he’ll never love again, and even if it’s not true, it will definitely be a long time before he does.

Levi- [Killer- Phoebe Bridgers]

Levi has some pretty significant abandonment issues. He’s another one that would do anything to see you smile, he believes that the more he does for you, the more worthy of love he is. He doesn’t see himself as lovable unless he can be of service. Even if he doesn’t show it, Levi can be pretty insecure. He knows he isn’t the most approachable, he can be blunt and brash, and he doesn’t always know how to be gentle. But your love makes him feel like he’s good. He’s not ready to give that up, and he’s thinking of all the ways he can show you he wants to make it work. He can’t accept that it’s over, and one way or another he’ll have you back in his arms.

#help i feel like this is garbage #i wrote it in like 20 minutes #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #aot headcanons #aot x y/n #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #armin arlet x reader #eren jeager x reader #connie springer x reader #jean kirsten x reader #reiner braun x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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helloooo ^~^ I was wondering if you could do a noir fic where he and the reader were in itsv and now have a daughter together so since they were in the spider society they were able to reunite with miles? tysm have a nice day/night ;D

hi anon !!! OMG THAT'D BE SO CUTEEEEE YES PLEASE

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"oh, sweet marmalade, look out everyone!" noir exclaimed in a hurried voice as he chased down a loose spider daughter through the halls and winding pathways of the spider society, his daughter babbling and giggling the whole while at the chase. you had followed behind your husband, despite having no powers of your own, you were practically superhuman already by being your daughter's other parent, which was no simply responsibility.

thanks to jess, you were able to have access to a few spider mom equipment she made in preparation for her own baby once it was born, and you promised to put everything you found back in its proper place--if you could just figure out how these darned devices worked. noir, on the other hand, was already wearing himself thin from all this chasing his daughter around the building, causing for a small scale alert to be sounded as a spider baby was deemed on the loose.

as noir was about to give out to his fatigue, he caught his daughter swinging over to the other side of east wing of HQ to the west side. "darling!" he called out for his daughter as you passed by noir, stopping abruptly and almost tripping as noir helped you up and ran with you to catch your daughter before she did serious harm to herself. everyone else was panicking too, they had missions to take care of on their own watch, but they all scrambled in panic to save your baby.

before you and noir could faint at the sheer pressure and anxiety you two were feeling right now, a black and red spider man swung in immediately to save the day. "gotcha!" he exclaimed as your daughter squealed and cooed as she squirmed in miles' arm. "ay, whose baby is this?" miles asked as he lowered himself to the ground, with you rushing over to miles as you called out for him and your daughter. miles couldn't believe it, she was your baby? "figures why she's so pretty, uh, who's the da--" "that'd be me, miles. glad to see ya again, fella." noir said in an exhausted tone, feebly tipping his hat as his legs finally gave out and he knelt on the floor due to sheer tiredness.

miles' eyes widened as he pointed from him to you and you to him, his mask's lenses widened as he realized--you two have a family now. "no way, first peter b, now peter, too?" he asked aloud in a surprised, happy voice. you and noir nodded in your out of breath and tired state, with your daughter trying to crawl out of your arms, but you not letting her. "sorry she's... phew, such a handful..." he breathed out as miles approached you two and entertained the young girl for a little to get you two to recuperate for a bit after that whole chase.

"she's a cutie! yes you are, lil cutie--ow!" miles exclaimed as your daughter pinched his cheeks when he got too close and she giggled. "right... i forgot to mention, she has spider powers, so..." noir said in an exhausted breath as miles managed to get her to let go, with his cheek stinging. he chuckled, however, and looked at you two. "if you'd like, i could try babysitting her with gwen. you two really look like you could use a break." he offered as you two practically lay on the ground, breathing heavily. "thanks, kid. we appreciate that." you answered for noir as he gave miles a weak thumbs up and slumped his arm back down on the ground as miles scooped your baby up from your arms, looks like he's gonna be a big spider brother in training this time around.

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#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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thesupreme316 · 10 months

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hi i don’t request stuff so bare with me how would aew boys react to you having a big return like Kris Statlander ex: you lost your title and left and you come back and win the title again sorry if this makes no sense i’m not good at requesting 🫶🏼😢

yall gotta stop apologizing for being CREATIVE CUTIES

AEW Stars React to: You Returning and Winning Your Title Back (Fem!Reader)

Pairings: Hook x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader, Dante Martin X Fem!Reader, Darius Martin X Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader, MJF X Fem!Reader, Christian Cage X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Supreme Speaks: thank you to anon for requesting (yall keep em coming), sorry that this took me so long (shit happening). But please enjoy this and p.s you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: not proofread, my regular react wrestlers, GIFS AINT MINE

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hookerforhook @triscillal @cassiesworldsworld @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Backstory:

Either you were injured and surrendered your title (you never lost it technically) or you lost it in a fluke to your opponent (just do whatcha want)

For months you spent away from the company, trying to gain your strength and feeling back

But now, you were back and better than ever

And you were owed a rematch

Right when the so-called champion called out for an open challenge, you were the first to answer that call that night

To your surprise, the whole arena rose to their feet and loudly cheered you on when hearing your theme (ex. Kris Statlander and or AJ Lee)

And after the match was over, you stood tall with your title high above your head again as the crowd again screamed loudly

(Or you can skip this and have a great segment like Trent with Sue’s van)

The entire moment/match went viral

However, they weren’t the only ones happy to see you tho

Hook

Mans had no idea that you were here

Was stunned into silence; with a big ass smile on his face

You were picked up into a hug by him; would definitely whisper sweet things into your ear or skin

“I’m so happy to see you back”

I think this will encourage him to try to win back his title quicker

Hook is the type of person (whether you're his best friend or girlfriend) to take this return personally as it is a start of a new era for you

Wants to celebrate with you in private ;)

HE WOULD ALSO WEAR YOUR MERCH TO SHOW HIS SUPPORT

Ricky Starks

OOOOOO THIS MAN IS SO COCKY RIGHT NOW

I also think he would be that person who would almost spoil your return out of excitement

You thought he was arrogant after he won the Owen Hart tournament? PUH-LA-ESE

Would reference you in his promos

“I’m a part of the winning team. I mean have you seen my hot ass champion of a girlfriend (or best friend; whatever you prefer)?”

Would book a photoshoot just for you to show off your championships

Defs would make you guys match in outfits and would get you in a storyline with him

I def see you as his manager/valet (IMAGINE THE (eventual) HEEL HEAT)

You two would take over AEW as the new IT couple or duo

Darius Martin

Tbh, it gives him kind of a nostalgic feeling when he returned during the tag team battle royal

He would be so incredibly happy for you

Would keep up with all your appearances and matches afterward

“I am the president of the Y/N protection squad *poses with lads*”

Genuinely hopes that everything goes well for you

Will do your signature move to show his support for you

Also, expect a celebratory dinner or movie night

But don’t get it twisted this man is mad at you for not telling him about your return

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I was just joking when I was gonna carry the cutout of you to the ring”

He was in fact not kidding (he was just a lil goofy)

Dante Martin

THE BABY

With him on the shelf, he is emotional for you

“That was amazing! The crowd really went wild for you!”

Has multiple emotions tbh; happy, anxious, a little sad

Wishes he could really celebrate with you

I also think because of the fact he has been out of action for a while, he’s dreaming of a return like yours; especially with a championship in his mind

I think he would be a little sad because you’re gonna be busy as hell

“I’m gonna miss the off days with just us two.”

To which you promised to drag him all around to wherever you were wrestling

He didn’t have a choice

Eddie Kingston

“THATS RIGHT DAWG!! YALL SEE THIS SHIT?”

Makes a post about you on Instagram

He’s genuinely happy about the two of you being champions at the same time

Will brag to everyone backstage

“YOU SEE THAT BRYAN? I HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARE CHAMPIONS, SORRY YOU CAN’T SAY THE SAME!”

Eddie, just like how I always say, is a very emotional person (even though he doesn’t wanna show it)

But he will make sure that you know how proud he is; even if he gives you a shoulder tackle

I also think Eddie sees every win as a win for the whole crew

Like Darius, he is upset that you didn’t tell him about your return but it made him excited about wrestling again

MJF

THIS MOTHERFUCKER PART 496792466

Would make a backhanded compliment about you

“Although it wasn’t as epic or spontaneous or memorable as my return last year, congrats to Y/N Y/L/N for making her return to the ring! BAY BAY”

After some choice words, he updates his Twitter again

“I reviewed my tweet after Y/N confronted me (with dice, a wooden spoon, and a lighter) I realize that I made some errors. I meant CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WONDERFUL AND ABOVE AVERAGE GENERATIONAL TALENT Y/N Y/L/N!”

Will ask you to shout him out occasionally (imagine having a friendship like him and Adam Cole)

No but for real, he’s happy for you

I think this man would shower you with gifts in private so you can fully get the MJF experience

Will bring you up in interviews; especially about people he can kind of give props to (his words not mine)

Christian Cage

THIS MAN IS MY SUGAR DADDY AND-

I feel like this man would be very proud of you

Would not dare hold your championship as you threaten him about that

But he would announce himself with your title in the same sentence (ex below)

“I AM THE TNT CHAMPION AND I am the significant other/best friend of the AEW Women’s Champion! Therefore, you all should respect me!”

Definitely would tell Luchasaurus to protect you as well

Loves how confident you became since winning

Also remember how I said he’s a sugar daddy?

Mans would buy you anything just for holding the championship at one point it almost becomes an accessory

Even if you didn’t have a championship, Christian would splurge on you just because

YOU DESERVE IT BIATCH

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sunshineting · 1 year

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⭐︎two sides of the same fucked up coin pt2⭐︎ pt1

toxic!eren x toxic!reader

word count- 1563

summary- after you get your lick back, eren decides to show up at your house 😈

here’s pt 2 guys! :D hope you like it ♡

minors DNI PLS

Not even an hour had passed before you heard banging on your front door. Looks like Mr Jaeger got your pictures. You take your sweet time sauntering to the door. As soon as you open it, Eren bursts in with murder in his eyes.

“Where is he?!” He growls. His long hair looks a mess and his usually vibrant emerald eyes look tired.

“Where’s who?” You feign ignorance. Eren goes around the apartment looking for your one-time lover. He comes back to you in the kitchen after searching your bedroom and en-suite bathroom. He gets mere millimeters in front of you, chests touching, towering over you. You instinctively take a step back and tighten your robe. You didn’t need him finding out that you had nothing on up under it; you’d showered just before he came banging on your door.

“My fucking boss, Y/N? I fucked up one time and you fuck my boss?” Eren seethes. You take a sip of the tea you had prepared before he arrived.

“I sure did. You fucked that thirsty ass, red scarf wearing ass, split end having ass BITCH. My number one opp, the bitch that’s been hating on our relationship since day fucking one. You went low, so I took it to hell!” Your voice raises with each word. The two of you spend a moment in silence, looking in each other’s eyes. The both of you sigh.

“Why do you look so tired?” You question. Eren raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t act surprised. You know I can’t sleep without you,” he says, voice full of hurt.

“Yeah, well, I’ve barely been eating. So I guess we’re both fucked up,” you mumble.

“Two sides of the same fucked up coin, huh?” Eren quips. He wraps his arms around you and for the first time in a week, everything feels right. You embrace him back and lay your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms you. Eren rests his head on top of yours. You stay like this for a while, just holding each other. That is, until you feel something hard start to press against you.

“Are you getting hard right now?”

“It’s cuz I love your lil dumb ass,” he says in a duh voice, “And I missed you.”

A smile creeps onto your face. “I guess I missed you, too, or whatever.”

Eren takes your throat and squeezes, just how you like. “You’re so mean. You better have missed me,” he says as you continue grinning up at him.

Eren still has you by throat as he leans down to kiss you. His tongue almost immediately enters your mouth, claiming dominance. You let him lead for now. Your hand finds its way to his bulge, long and hard. You stroke him up and down as he continues kissing you. The ferocity of his kiss sends heat straight to your cunt. No one has ever lit a fire in you the way Eren does. You pull away from his lips only for a moment to take him to the couch.

“Take your pants off,” you order him.

“Who put you in charge?” Eren asks with his brow furrowed.

“I’m still kinda mad at you, so you better do what I say.”

“I’ll give you ten minutes of this little dominatrix thing you got goin on. After that, your lil ass is mine.”

True to his word, Eren submits to you and removes his clothes before sitting on the couch. His cock looks so angry, just like him. It’s so long, laying hard and tall against his stomach. The vein you love so much is showing along his shaft and his balls just look so full. You kneel down before him, taking in the sight of him. Licking a looong stripe along his shaft, you feel him shudder. You take Eren’s tip in your mouth, suckling it. Eren reaches to grip your hair, but as soon as he does, you stop sucking.

“I didn’t tell you to grab my hair.”

Eren groans in frustration and rolls his eyes but still removes his hand. You go back to sucking him, taking him inch by inch until your nose is almost touching his pelvis. You massage his balls just the way he likes and feel him jerk his hips. You come up for air with a smile.

“Permission to speak?” Eren pants.

“Granted.”

“You suck my cock so fuckin good.”

The praise goes straight to your clit. You allow it to go to your clit but you can’t let it get to your head. This is no time for you to be his good little submissive. With his cock still glistening from your spit, you ease yourself into him. Eren just fills you like no other could. Even in this position, you feel him hit your cervix. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain that only he gives you.

“You feel how wet I am for you? Grab my hips.” Your pussy is soaked, dripping down the sides of him. His cock glides in and out of you easily as you bounce on him. Eren grips your hips tightly. You bring one hand to his throat and squeeze. He made it seem so easy when he did it to you. His neck feels so thick under your small hand.

“Your cock is all fucking mine. You’re mine,” you moan, “you cheat on me again and I’ll kill you.”

Eren gets all riled up hearing you be so possessive. He can’t wait to fill you with his cum.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. Your pussy sucks him in so good; it’s so warm and inviting. With one hand on his throat, you take your other hand and rub circles on your clit. Your cream coats your fingertips. Your orgasm builds and builds; you’re so caught up in chasing your high that you don’t notice Eren checking the clock on the wall. With your hips still in his hands, Eren pulls you off his cock and ruins your orgasm.

“What—?” You start.

“Times up, baby,” he smirks, “aww were you getting close? I could feel your little pussy milking me tighter.”

“You’re evil,” you whine.

“Awww,” he fake pouts. Eren picks you up and walks you to your bed. Being thrown on your bed surprises you, but turns you on even more. You love when he gets aggressive with you. He grips your ankles and pulls you close to him. You watch as he trails his fingers along your slit and brings them to his mouth.

“Flip over.”

You do as you’re told, getting on your knees and forearms. The fat head of his cock smears your slick along your folds. He massages your clit with his tip making you whimper.

“Erennnn!” You’re so desperate to cum at this point. Eren takes his precious time easing his full length inside you. Once he’s in, he delivers a swift slap to your ass cheek. A broken moan escapes your throat and you tighten around him.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours,” you cry.

“And you gave it away,” he says as he smacks your ass again.

“I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, daddy!” You’re a mess. Both your eyes and your pussy are crying for him. One last slap to your ass and Eren pounds into your gummy walls. You lay there and take it like a good girl, loving the feeling of him slamming into you.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls.

You don’t notice Eren sticking his thumb in his mouth, but you feel it when it presses against your other hole.

“E-Eren? Where you goin?” Your voice is small. Typically, he never touched your asshole unless the both of you were drunk.

“It’s okay mama I got you. Just trust me,” he says in that low husky voice that makes you melt. You nod your head and prepare yourself. It feels odd at first but once he’s in there, he’s in there. His thumb starts working in tandem with his cock and soon you’re creaming even more. It’s dripping out of you and down his balls, coating his cock entirely.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer with you sucking me in like this,” Eren grunts.

“Fill me up please I need your cum in my little pussy daddy please!” The sounds you’re making sound like heaven’s bells to Eren’s ears. He wonders if you made similar sounds with his boss. The thought of anyone else hearing you like this, seeing you like this infuriates him. He pounds harder into you, his balls slapping your clit. Eren can feel your walls fluttering and tightening around him. Your tightest hole squeezes his thumb even harder than before. Feeling you fall apart around him brings his orgasm crashing over him. He fills you to the brim with his cum and stays inside until he softens. Your legs eventually give out and you lay flat on your tummy.

Eren removes his thumb and slides his now softer cock out. You feel him push back in the seed that dribbles out of your cunt.

“Can’t have you wasting it,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

A moment passes in which you lay limp on your bed.

“So.. we good?” Eren asks with a smirk.

“Go to hell,” you chuckle breathlessly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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mydarllinglover · 11 months

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Alone || Walkers in the field

When the group got back to the Prison, Carl and Carol were stood around on Patrol.

The kid had kept his promise of keeping an eye on her dog, the Border Collie sat next to him.

Rick had stopped in the middle of the two gates, getting out with instructions for Maggie to drive it up.

Natalia got out too, being greeted by Sully excitedly jumping up at her.

"Hey, I missed you too, sweet boy." She smiled, petting her dog as he tried to lick her face.

"Where's Daryl?" Carol asked, not seeing him in the car.

"It's alright. He's alive." Rick reassured her. "We ran into his brother. They went off."

"They left?" Carol sounded surprised. "Daryl left? He's gone? Is he coming back?"

She paced away, wiping her eyes.

Natalia walked out of the fencing and towards the prison whilst the older woman continued to ask Rick questions, Carl even piping up, asking about Oscar.

When she got to the courtyard before the three, she was greeted by Hershel and Beth, who was talking to Maggie.

"You kept your promise." The teen told the Natalia, hugging her.

"I always do, that's the point." She said, although she hugged Beth back.

"Are you hurt?" Hershel asked her.

"Not even a scratch, but I could sleep for about a month." She yawned.

"Why don't you go head in, get some rest." Rick came up from behind her with Carol and Carl. "And hey, thank you for last night, and today."

"What are friends for, right?" She asked.

"I think you mean, what are family for?" Hershel corrected.

"Whatever floats your boat." She shrugged, heading for the cell block. "Hey, kid. You alright?" She asked, Carl was hot on her trail, but it didn't look like he was headed for her.

"We got people." Was all he said before walking ahead.

"Huh?" She said to herself, bringing out her handgun and picking up her pace.

She walked into the cell block, being met by four people, A man and what looked to be his son, and a man and woman both having dark skin, looking close in age. Carl was sat on top of the table.

"Kid, who are these people?" She asked. The four turned their heads to look at her.

"Found them in the tombs."

"Waiting to speak to your dad?"

"Yeah."

As if he was called on command. Rick entered the cell, followed by Hershel.

He took a look at the group before continuing to the cells.

Natalia and Carl both followed, Carl closed the door, locking the people out.

Beth was holding the baby when Rick walked up to her, taking her off the blonde, so that he could hughis daughter to him.

"She kinda has Lori's eyes. Don't you think?" Beth asked.

Eventually, everyone soon enough went about their ways to do their own thing.

"Hey, if you need anything, or something happens, I'll be in my cell, okay?" She told Rick. "With Daryl gone, I guess I'm moving up in the ranks." She teased.

"Nat, Hershel was right when he said you were family, you're important, and we all owe you a pile of thanks, for everything you've done, you're family, even if its against your will." He hugged her, it was sort of awkward, it being their first hug and all, she would much prefer if they just threw darts, but she let it slide. "Go get some sleep."

"Alright" She saluted. "Kid, you mind watching Sully for a lil bit longer? I don't wanna lock him up in the cell."

"Course" He smiled at her. "He slept in my cell last night though." He admitted. "Hope that was okay."

"That's alright, thank you for looking after him."

"Anytime, I'm your guy."

"I'll make sure to remember that" She patted the sheriffs hat on top of his head, before retreating to her cell.

As she got comfortable, she could hear Beth and Carol talking as they did the laundry, she rolled over to face the wall, blocking them out, until soon enough, she was sleeping like a rock.

It was the next day, the group was stood around the cell block as Glenn drew the prison on the floor with chalk.

Natalia had found out from Carol that Rick was being coerced by Hershel to let Tyreese and his group stay, before something had happened and he had a freak out, telling the group that they should leave.

She trusted Rick, the same way he had trusted her, but she got a nagging feeling that something was going on with him, that could potentially put him and everyone at risk.

Carol had also tried to talk to Natalia about Daryl, so had Beth, but she made excuses up for both time on why she had to leave the conversation but also mentioning that they didn't need the redneck and they could handle things.

Deep down she pondered on why that felt like a lie, but she shoved it further into the dark void of her thoughts.

"Now, you said you found Tyreese's group here?" Glenn asked Carl.

"Yeah." The young boy nodded.

"We secured this."

"He thought he came through here" Carl pointed at the map.

"Means there's another breach." Glenn sighed. "Okay, the whole front of the prison is unsecure. If walkers just strolled in, then it's gonna be cake for a group of armed men."

"Why are we even so sure he's going to attack?" Beth asked. "Maybe you scared him off."

"Nah, Beth. Not this guy." Natalia shook her head, looking down at the map. Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the wall beside Michonne, Sully sat by her legs.

"He had fish tanks full of heads. Walkers and humans. Trophies. He's coming." Michonne stated.

"We should hit him now." Glenn decided.

"What?"

"He won't be expecting it. We'll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head."

"We're not assassins." Carol disagreed with Glenn.

"You know where his apartment is" He said to Michonne in a hushed voice, standing up from the ground. "You and I could end this tonight."

Michonne sighed, seeming to relay what he was saying.

"I'll do it myself." Glenn assured.

Michonne nodded.

"Okay."

"He didn't know you were coming last time and look what happened." Hershel stepped in. "You were almost killed. Daryl was captured. Rick and Natalia risked their lives going back for him. And you and Maggie were almost executed."

"You can't stop me." Glenn told the old man, stepping towards him.

"Rick would never allow this."

"You really think he's in any position to make that choice?"

"Think this through clearly. T-Dog lost his life here. Lori, too. The men that were here. It isn't worth anymore killing. What are we waiting for? If he's really on his way, we should be out of here by now."

"And go where?" Glenn asked.

"We lived on the road all winter"

"Back when you had two legs and we didn't have a baby crying for walkers every four hours."

"We can't stay here." Hershel told him.

"We can't run." Glenn argued.

Maggie turned away, walking into the cells, making Glenn's face drop at this, but he didn't go after her.

"Alright. We'll stay put. We're gonna defend this place. We're making a stand. Carl, you and I will go down to the tombs. We need to find out where this breach is." Glenn explained.

"You'll need some help." Michonne said, before Natalia got the chance to offer.

"No, in case anything happens, I need you out here, both of you." He looked at Natalia, nodding at her. He then looked around the room. "Who's on watch?" He demanded. "Damn it."

Glenn walked off, seemingly fed up.

Preparations had been made around the prison, and Glenn and Carl had found walkers around the tombs and near the generator room once again.

Glenn had shortly left as Natalia and Sully were in the field, she was throwing the ball for him to play fetch with as she scoped out everything, and checked fences were in order and people were safe for the moment.

She watched Hershel hobble to the bottom of the field on crutches, trying to break through to Rick, who had been wandering around on the other side, looking for something, for the entirety of the day.

For a moment, as they talked, she had thought that Hershel had seemed to get through to him, but then Rick shook his head, turning away from the prison and walking back to the trees.

She took a step back, putting all her frustration into throwing the ball wide, Sully leaping for it as soon as it left her fingers.

She wasn't the only one watching, Michonne was by the bus, the place she had spent the night before, and Carol and Axel were talking in the courtyard, Beth and Carl stood by them.

She heard a shot ring past, she followed the sound as it whizzed.

Blood shot out of Axels head as he dropped to the ground, right beside Carol.

She looked back, her head turning as quick as the bullet had gone past her.

The man with the bandaged eye was stood outside the gate, lowering the gun he had just shot.

Then repeated gunfire ran out.

A searing pain shot through her left arm, twisting her whole body around from the cause of injury, blood splattering, she looked down in horror to find she had been caught in the fire.

"Nat!" The voice of Michonne called out, she wasn't too far away from her. "Nat, come here!"

She looked around, she felt like she could hardly hear, as though a bubble was over her head, making everything fuzzy.

She was close enough that the woman could reach out from the bus, pulling her good arm and shielding her from any more harm.

"You got shot" Michonne hissed, looking at the blood seeping into her top, and spreading down her arm.

"I got shot." She repeated, her voice softer, sounding like a question.

"Okay, its okay. You're alright." Michonne told her. "I got shot a couple days ago, you're fine." She ripped the hem of Natalia's top, using it to tie around her arm to apply pressure. "Can you use your other arm?"

"Sully."

"What?" Michonne asked, picking up the gun that was beside her, aiming it from around the bus and firing it towards the enemies.

The shots continued for a bit more, Natalia couldn't really grasp anything.

"Sully. Where is he?!" Natalia raised her voice.

Most of the gunfire had stopped, except one, who didn't even seem to be aimed at anything as it was continuously shot into the sky.

Maggie came running out of the prison, shouting for Beth, than the gunfire started again.

"I need to get to Sully, what if he was shot?" Natalia was beginning to talk fast and hysterically.

"Hey, hey, look at me, he's over there, I can see him, he's fine, they haven't aimed anywhere near him, okay. He's alright, the bigger issue right now is you, we need to get you inside."

The sound of a roaring engine was getting louder as it seemed to be getting nearer to the prison.

A red and white ran was speeding along the road, and it didn't look like it was going to be slowing down anytime soon, that was until it smashed through the rolling fences and into the field.

It stayed in one spot, its engine still roaring on the grass as everyone waited to see what happened.

The large metal barrier that was attached to the van, acting as a door at the back, fell down, out coming walkers, stumbling onto the grass.

Over a dozen walked out, as someone dressed in riot gear jumped out the van, shooting ahead of him as he made his way to the gates. He shot at Michonne and Natalia as he passed them, making the two woman fall to the floor and roll to not get caught by the bullets.

The gunfire continued, but Natalia didn't care, her eyes were on her dog as he paced around the field, barking and snarling at the walkers as they got closer to him,

She took out her gun from her waistband with her good arm, even though it hurt the other to even move but she ignored it as she aimed fire at the walkers surrounding her dog.

Another car drove into the field, heading straight for Hershel, she ignored it when she had realised it was Glenn.

Michonne and Glenn helped the older man in the car.

Natalia was getting closer to her dog, but more walkers were coming in between her and him.

She fired until her gun clicked, shoving it back into her waistband, pulling out a knife and plunged it into the closest walker to her.

"Nat!" She heard her name being shouted but she ignored it, fighting more walkers off. "Nat!"

She could hear Sully whine and whimper as she got closer.

One walker went to leap on the dog when an arrow came souring through the air and into it's skull, creating a gap for the dog to run through.

"Nat, come on!" The voice of Rick shouted.

"I can't!" She cried out, fighting a walker off before eventually managing to drop her knife into its head, almost falling down with it.

"All this for a stupid dog?" Merle shouted as he used his metal arm to whack a walker down, Rick, Daryl and Merle had reached the field, helping fight off the walkers as more got drawn in by the gunfire and broken fence.

She continued to run, reaching Sully as he ran to her.

"Come on, lets go!" Daryl had got to them, grabbing her bad arm as she cried out in pain, that's when he realised she was bleeding his hand retracting from her, now crimson.

"She's been shot!" He called out to Rick.

"Get her back up there, now!"

"Here, come on." He told the woman, moving his hand to hold Natalia by her side as he guided her up, hitting down a walker with his crossbow.

"He's the only family I have left. He's all I have left." Natalia sobbed, holding Sully by the collar tightly as they ran, losing her ability to defend herself.

"It's alright, I got you both." The man grunted.

Rick and Merle attacked the walkers that got near enough, until they reached the gate, Carl pulling it open for the small group to fit through, shutting out the walkers in the field.

"Get her inside, now!" Hershel ordered, using his crutches to get back to C block.

Daryl continued to help her, blood was seeping onto him from her injured wound, but he didn't seem all too bothered.

He led her to their make shift infirmary, setting her on the bed as Carol and Hershel were right behind.

"I need to see the wound, check it hasn't hit an artery or severed any tendons, she could need surgery depending on it, and I haven't got all the capabilities for that."

Daryl stood back and against the wall, Sully was trying desperately to squeeze between the people to get to his owner.

"Daryl, why don't you get him some water, check him over." Carol told him.

He nodded, leading the dog away from the cell as Hershel undid the makeshift bandage that Michonne had tied to her arm.

He had done what he was told, pouring water into the bowl Natalia had been using as a water bowl, Sully graciously drank it up as Daryl examined him for bites or bullet holes.

Rick had locked Merle out of the cells as everyone stood around inside them.

Michonne was pacing back and forth, a stony expression on her face as she marched.

Daryl was confident that Sully was fine as he moved to sit down, leaning his back against the wall and catching his breath, the dog used him for comfort as the man fed into it, stroking and scratching the dogs fur.

Soon enough, Hershel and Carol left the cell, Carol grabbed a bottle of water before returning.

Everyone perked up at the older mans appearance, facing him and waiting on the news.

"Natalia seems to be very, very lucky, the bullet had managed to go straight through muscle and out the other side, if it was even a millimetre inwards, it could of shattered the bone." Hershel said. "She's got some muscle damage, which isn't too much of a problem, if she gets enough rest and lets it heal, though it will be sore and straining. The bleeding has stopped and I managed to stitch her back together again. She's a little disorientated which is completely normal right now. Carols giving her some painkillers with strict instructions to sleep. Michonne, it was fortunate that you were with her, and managed to apply pressure, if you weren't there, her situation could perhaps be a lot more severe."

"But she's going to be okay, right?" Rick asked.

"Yes, Natalia will make a full recovery, if you let her."

"She's tough." Glenn said.

"Damn straight." Daryl muttered as he looked at the floor.

It was the next day, Natalia was still in the infirmary cell as the group debated about what to do about the Governors little gift.

"We're not leaving." Rick said with an authoritive tone.

"We can't stay here." Hershel wiped his hands on a cloth.

"What if there's another sniper?" Maggie asked. "A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds.”

"We can't even go outside." Beth added.

"Not In the daylight." Carol said, stepping out of the cell, after checking on Natalia.

"Rick says we're not running, we're not running." Glenn told the group.

"No, better to live like rats." Merle commented.

"You got a better idea?" Rick asked him.

"Yeah, we should have slid out here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window, didn't we? I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now."

"We ain't scared of that prick." Daryl said.

"Y'all should be. That truck through the fence thing, that's just him ringing the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to." Merle told the group.

"Let's put him in the other cell block." Maggie said, sounding agitated as she fiddled with the bandana around her arm.

"No. He's got a point." Daryl disagreed.

"This is all you. You started this." Maggie cussed out Merle.

"What difference whose fault it is? What do we do?" Beth asked.

"I said we should leave." Hershel backed up his own idea. "Now Axels dead and Nat's been shot. We can't just sit here."

Rick turned and walked away from him, causing the old man to stand up from the stairs.

"Get back here!" He yelled, following Rick. "You're slipping, Rick. We've all seen it. We understand why. But now is not the time. You once said this isn't a democracy. Now you have to own up to that. I put my family's life in your hands. So get your head clear and do something."

Natalia had been up for only a little bit, when everyone had started an argument over Merle's stay in the prison, her arm, that was bandaged and in a sling, killed, but she was so kindly given painkillers and water, just below her, which was also a relief considering the constant fighting and Judith's cries throughout the night, she had an even worse headache.

Natalia hated being in the bed at a time like this, it brought her back to the days when she was too weak to look out for herself, left to only being an observer. She wanted to be in on the backwards and forth of what to do, instead of hiding away and catching glimpses of it. But most of all, she wanted revenge, and to fight.

Getting shot was one thing, but her dog's life being almost at risk? If she struggled to sleep even under both Carol and Hershel's strict orders, she could imagine all the long, painful and slow ways that the Governor could meet his fatal demises from.

Not only had he kidnapped, beat, and done unthinkable things to her friends, he had broken into their home, brought down their barriers, shot Axel dead, cut them off from the outside world, shot her and had her dog almost tared to pieces, for what? Because they went on a rescue mission to save their friends from the unknown person who kidnapped them? It made no sense to her, her only conclusion was that he was a crazy, delusional, psychotic, mentally challenged son of a bitch.

She had a pillow over her face, blocking all noise out and living in her fantasy's.

That was until Carl came running in to the cells, alerting that something was going on outside.

Natalia jumped from the bed, luckily the painkillers had dulled the pain in her arm, and she reached for her gun, that had been reloaded for her and left at the end of the bed, with her knifes in the sheaths around her belt.

She walked out the cell as Daryl ran past, his crossbow in hand.

"Get back into bed." He told her as he carried on.

She ignored him, following everyone else.

A blonde woman, the same blonde woman from Woodbury was walking towards the courtyard, she was holding a butchered walker on a metal grabber thing.

"What the fuck?" She hissed.

Merle made sure it was clear as they advanced closer.

"Are you alone?" Rick asked the woman.

"Open the gate!" She called back.

"Are you alone?" Rick repeated.

"Rick!"

Natalia saw how Michonne had lowered her gun.

Rick tossed Daryl the keys, who unlocked the gate.

"Open it." Rick said.

The woman threw her walker away, entering the courtyard.

"Hands up!" Rick told her, which she seemed surprised by. "Hands up! Turn around, now!" He pushed her into the fence, frisking her as an walker walked towards it, making the woman scream and Rick pulled her away, pushing her to her knees as he continued to check for weapons.

Everyone had turned their weapons away from her and into the field, except for Natalia, who had her gun aimed at the woman.

"I asked if you were alone." Rick said.

"I am." He took her bag off of her, throwing it away.

"Nat, put it down." He told her, picking up the woman's weapons.

"No."

"Nat." Michonne stepped forward, lowering the gun.

"Ain't this the chick sleeping with our sworn cyclops?" Natalia asked, feeling like the only sane person here.

"Who is she?" The woman asked.

"Natalia, take it you're Andrea." She still wasn't pleased about having her here.

Rick grabbed Andrea by the arm, pulling her up as everyone headed back into the cell block.

"I told you to stay in bed." Daryl came up, beside Natalia.

"Nice to see you, too."

"Yeah, couldn't really greet you yesterday, was too busy saving ya life, yer welcome, by the way."

"I didn't ask you to. Why the hell are we letting Blondie in here"

"Used to be part of the group, long before you, play nice." He warned.

She scoffed heading into the building, Andrea was already hugging Carol.

Daryl and Natalia moved to sit on the table, her gun was still in her hand.

"After you saved me, we thought you were dead" Carol told her.

"Hershel, my god." Andrea pulled away from Carol to look at the old man. "I can't believe this. Where's Shane?" She asked, looking around the place.

Natalia didn't know who that was, and frankly she didn't care, she heard snippets of this person before, and sounded like someone she had encountered before.

"And Lori?" Andrea carried on.

"She had a girl. Lori didn't survive." Hershel replied when Rick had just looked down.

"Neither did T-Dog." Maggie added.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. "Carl. Rick I-" Rick sniffed, taking a step back, Carls facial expression hadn't changed. "You all live here?"

"Here and the cell block" Glenn answered.

"There?" She pointed. "Well, can I go in?" She headed for it.

Natalia raised her gun again, Daryl went to move and Rick stepped in front of her.

"I won't allow that."

"I'm not an enemy, Rick."

"Your boyfriend sure is." Natalia sneered.

"We had that field and courtyard, until your boyfriend tore down the fence" He copied Natalia's insult. "With a truck and shot us up. Shot Nat, here." He pointed at the brunette, her gun still raised, with a stoic expression.

"He said you fired first."

"Well. he's lying." Rick told her.

"He killed an inmate who survived here." Hershel said.

"We liked him." Daryl commented. "He was one of us."

"I didn't know anything about that. As soon as I found out, I came. I didn't even know you were in Woodbury until after the shoot-out."

"That was days ago." Glenn set her straight.

"I told you, I came as soon as I could."

Michonne walked closer, leaning against a metal cage, a "I told you so" look on her face.

Andrea turned around, looking at her accusingly.

"What have you told them?"

"Nothing." Michonne answered.

Natalia didn't like how this woman just strolled up into her home, after what her boyfriend done the day before and accused Michonne of causing the unsettlement towards her.

Natalia was growing very fond of Michonne.

"I don't get it. I left Atlanta with you people and now I'm the odd man out?"

"He almost killed Michonne, and he would have killed us"

"With his finger on the trigger!" She pointed at Merle. "Isn't he the one who kidnapped you? Who beat you?”

"Funny how he's the one here with us and you come running over from the guy who caused all this, expecting us to throw a pity party." Natalia scoffed. "Merle was following orders, from the same guy you're still getting cosy with, he ain't anymore."

She still hated Merle, but she had a lesser liking for this woman.

The woman sighed, clearly aggravated.

"Look... I cannot excuse or explain what Philip has done. But I am here trying to bring us together. We have to work this out."

"There's nothing to work out. We're gonna kill him." Rick said. "I don't know how. Or when, but we will."

"We can settle this. There is room for Woodbury for all of you."

"You know better than that." Merle chuckled.

"What makes you think this man wants to negotiate?" Hershel asked. "Did he say that?"

"No."

"Then why did you come here?" Rick asked her.

"Because he's gearing up for war. The people are terrified. They see you as killers. They're training to attack."

"I'll tell you what" Daryl started from beside Natalia. "Next time you see Philip, you tell him I'm gonna take his other eye."

"We've taken too much shit for too long." Glenn said. "He wants a war? He's got one."

"Rick?" Andrea tried. "If you don't sit down, and try to work this out, I don't know what's gonna happen. He has a whole town. Look at you. You've lost so much, already. You can't stand alone anymore."

"You want to make this right, get us inside." Rick told her.

"No."

"Then we got nothing to talk about."

"There are innocent people."

Rick walked away ignoring her.

"Let's take a look at those stitches and change the bandage" Hershel said to Natalia, heading towards the cells.

"Oh, goody, make sure you tell Philip I said thanks." Natalia got up from the table, fake smiling at the woman. "Cause he's such a great guy and all, I'm sure he'd love to know."

"Enough." Hershel told her.

Natalia scoffed, walking away from the group.

"Seriously, who is she? Was she in here?" Natalia could hear Andrea mutter behind her.

"Nat saved our lives, we'd probably all be dead without her." Glenn said.

"Gave us food and shelter when we were running out of places to go." Maggie added. "Just her and her dog, the dog, your boyfriend tried to kill."

Daryl subconsciously ran his hand over the piece of card in his front pocket, he hadn't taken it out since he grabbed it, but he hadn't found a chance to give it to her yet, either.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #hershel greene #the governor #sasha williams #tyreese williams #alonewalkingdead #nataliaxdaryl

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curseofhecate · 1 year

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I'm in love with you that's why

Lily Evans x Fem!reader

In which the reader and Lily get into an arguement and it ends with them confessing their love for each other.

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tw: slight angst, shouting.

"Potter asked me out on a date again" Lily announced as she threw her bag on the floor. Our dorm room was empty except for the two of us, Marlene was spending the afternoon with Dorcas and Mary was off doing Merlin knows what with her new boyfriend.

"Seriously Lils, I don't see why you don't just say yes to him" I sighed, closing the book in front of me. Lily sat on my bed oposite of me, cross-legged with a serious look on her face. "I don't like him like that" the girl stated simply.

"But you do like him Lily. If you don't then why are you always starring at him and then blush and smile every time he compliments you?" I asked, voice rising slightly.

I'd first realised I liked girls in 3rd year. It was confusing, I suddenly found myself thinking about the redhead, wondering what it would be like to be her lover. Wondering how her lips would feel against mine, wondering how it would be to hold her in my arms.

It hurt me having to watch her make heart eyes at James all of last year. It hurt every time she talked about her boy crushes and how other guys had asked her out.

It hurt me holding her hand platonically with the knowledge that we would never be anything more than that. Friends. She was my friend but I wasn't sure if I could be hers. Not when I thought of her in the way I did.

If she got with James then maybe, just maybe, I would finally come to terms with my feeling never being reciprocated. But as long as it continues, it's only causing more pain.

"No. See that's where you're wrong. I don't like him. I can't like him" the girl argued, face turning redder by the second, red enough to match the shade of her hair.

"James is a perfectly fine boy, Lily. He's sweet and kind and caring. Why can't you like him?" I was yelling at this point.

"I'm in love with you that's why!" she finally snapped, a sole tear of frustration escaping her eyes.

Silence. I didn't dare to move. She liked me? No she was in love with me? I'm delusional. Lily doesn't even like girls. She would have told me if she did. This is all work of my imagination, an illusion.

"I can't love James the way he loves me because I'm in love with you" she repeated, quieter this time.

"Lily I-"

There were no words to describe what I was feeling. Happiness, surprise, disbelief, fear. All at once. Everything seemed so distand from reality, as if i had grown numb to the world around me. I couldn't find it in myself to utter a word.

I was frozen, and could do nothing but stare at the girl in front of me who was now panicking.

"I'm sorry. Merlin I'm so sorry N/n" the girl spoke at the absence of a reply. Getting up from my bed, she tugged on her hair, clearly frustrated.

"I'm so stupid, so so, stupid" she groaned as tears threatened to fall. "I'm so stupid for ever thinking you'd ever like me back. Merlin I'm so stupid for even thinking you liked women."

She was rambling, apologising over and over again. Even in such state she still looked as beautiful as ever.

Breaking out of my frozen state, I quickly got up and walked towards her. Not thinking anything twice, I placed a hand on her cheek, pulled her in and pressed my lips against her.

They were soft. So, so soft. It felt better than I'd ever imagine. Better than I'd ever dream of it. She placed a hand behind my neck, pulling me even closer to her.

She was kissing me back. This wasn't a dream, no, not anymore.

Pulling away I opened my eyes to look directly into hers. Had she been starring at me this whole time? "I had no idea you had feeling for girls" I finally let out.

"I could say the same about you."

"Fair enough. But you go first." The redhead chuckled. "I only realised it a few months ago, when I found myself missing you with everything in myself over the summer" she admitted, cheeks still rosy.

Silence settles between us. Until I broke it, to answer her previous question.

"It was third year. And you had just had that glow up and were looking as beautiful as ever" I could practically feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I spoke.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was scared." Scared of making things weird between us. Marlene was the only one I'd told at that time.

Silence. Not like the one before, there was no tension between us anymore.

"So what does that make us?" She asked.

"We could be together. As more than friends. If you want to, of course. Or we could go on with our lives and pretend nothing ever happened between us. Though I'm not particulary fond of the second case".

"You'll have to get down on one knee" she laughed.

I chuckled, dropping on the floor. "Lily Evans, will you make me the happiest girl in the world and be my girlfriend?" I asked teasingly, holding her hand.

"Yes, yes, a million times yes" She jumped up and down.

I smiled at her antics, standing up to kiss her for a second time. It wasn't a short-lived kiss like the last one, it was one full of passion and I could feel the sparks fly around us.

Later that night, I found myself in Lily's bed, holding her close to me under the covers as we both started to drift off.

"You know I think it's for the better things turned out this way" I mumbled. "I'm pretty sure James has a thing for Sirius' brother anyway."

#lily evans x reader #lily evans x fem!reader #wlw #curseofhecate

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springbloomer · 2 years

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SURPRISE 😈

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Disclaimer ⚠️ Characters mentioned are from the otome game Obey Me! and none of this is cannon from the actual game, enjoy!!

!!!! note/s : MC in this headcannon has a 4-year old little brother~ also pretty long, but I hope it's good fluff for ya'll!!

seriously, this is, like, LONG AF, and this isn't fanfic even- just read everything if you'll find it good :>

Surprising the demon brothers was your favorite thing ever, especially when it comes to their reactions. You could barely hold your excitement when you were just planning on letting them meet your sweet little brother. Each of their reactions were worth watching... even if it wasn't what you had in mind.

LUCIFER

"Hey Lucifer!! Meet-"

The eldest was shocked to see you holding a small child in your arms, and the way you looked at him with such love and care (your little brother, not him TvT)

Because of that, he immediately questioned you about the little guy

The honest truth? He's actually feeling a ton of mixed emotions stirring in his heart. Hurt, confusion, sadness, all of these and yet he didn't show it because it'd damage his pride

"Who is he? Are you okay? Who the hell did this to you?? This child is... yours...?"

Wait, what was that question? "This child is yours?"? You just had to laugh at his interrogation and with that specific question

Both Lucifer and your lil' bro wore confused expressions, looking at you and wondering why you were laughing so hard

"D-Did you seriously think that this is my kid?? As in a son??" You immediately explain to him that he was only your little brother

His reaction, though, was priceless! It wasn't what you were expecting, but that was really something else!

Now that you've cleared the misunderstanding, you formally introduced your little brother to Lucifer

But your little bro clung onto you cuz he sensed some dark aura around the Avatar of Pride (this pissed Lucifer off for some reason hehe)

It took some time, but after letting your bro spend some quality with the eldest, he gradually warmed up to him

That quality time was sitting on the couch, Lucifer asking some casual questions and your brother nodding/ shaking their head in reply 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

MAMMON

Just when you told your little brother that the both of you were going to see/ surprise someone, Mammon had no hesitation to barge into your room without knocking

"Oi, MC! Any chance ya got any Grimm with ya-"

Boy, was he such a mess after seeing a little kid in your room, who immediately ran up to you to hide behind your legs

He was the perfect example of an "emotional wreck" at that point, but worse

First shocked, then pissed, then annoyed, then worried, then confusion, then all the feelings that anxiety brings you

"Is this kid a bother to ya? Which idiot lower demon was it?!" You were super confused with what Mammon's trying to ask you about, only to figure it out when he started talking about abortion (bruh how'd he get there?!??!?!?)

Before his theory about your little brother got more twisted, you placed a finger on his lips to make him stop talking

Thankfully, that did the trick (and made him blush and stutter a bit), and you were able to explain how your little brother was supposed to be meeting him as a surprise

Now that Mammon knew that the "little kid" was your own little brother, he apologized for the sudden outburst of a reaction he had just a minute ago

Your little brother was shy at first, but managed to wave at the Avatar of Greed and mutter a very soft-voiced hello

Eventually, the two of your boys got a long just fine (as long as you were there to avoid any trouble Mammon might stir your little bro into)

LEVIATHAN

Ooohh, you were really excited for Levi's reaction, in particular

You've got everything all planned out for his surprise: visit his room (he gave special access only to his best friend 🥺) with your little brother looking like a pile of blanket, set him down near somewhere near Levi and ask him to pass the "blanket" to you

Really, that plan was so devious, you almost couldn't stop smirking when you were right outside of his room

Letting yourself in, you see Levi glued to his screen and controller in hand like your normal everyday visit, but he'll acknowledge your presence and greet you once you settle down beside him

As planned, you put away the "blanket" you brought with you, sat beside the otaku and watch him slay at his game for a little while

Not long after, you pretended to shiver a bit and asked him to pass you the blanket next to him

You knew that he wouldn't pay much attention to the "blanket", and this was the perfect opportunity to get Levi off of his screen.

*Pauses game* "W-what the heck...?" he's uncovering whatever was in the blanket that's preventing him from passing it to you

Nearly screamed like a little girl when he saw that it was your little brother and you just laughed until your stomach hurt

Wiping a tear away, you managed to try and introduce your little brother to the otaku, only to be interrupted by him right before you said "little brother"

"M-MC!! H-h-how could you?! Betraying your best friend like this...! And I REFUSE to know who THIS is! *points at little bro* Take your kid and never face me again!"

Oh my- he was having such a breakdown that you thought it'd be impossible to clear the misunderstanding

Fortunately, Levi as a gamer pays attention to every bit of detail about all his video games (or anything that he loves, for that matter), and when you pointed out that you and your brother were only siblings, he saw the similarity in your eyes, slight hair color and even how the two of you had similar cheek structure (?!?!?!?)

The poor guy was so embarrassed about his assumption that he couldn't stop apologizing to you (eventually, though, you guys went back to playing some more games and your two boys got along quite nicely)

SATAN

It was very nice of him to lend you a few books to help you learn more about Devildom, so in return, you wanted to introduce him to your little brother as a surprise (basically you just wanted to see them bond, it'll be such a rare and wholesome sight to behold)

So, to make it happen, you had a bunch of books that you needed to return to him, and your little brother wanted to help you out (praise the non-existent helpful and sweet younger sibling-)

You knocked on Satan's door and let yourself in, making sure that your little brother was able to follow you through the mountain-high piles of books

When you finally found the Avatar of Wrath cooped up in his reading corner, you told your little bro to settle the books he was holding right next to the demon (to make sure that Satan is aware of another person's presence 👌)

Yes! He became fully aware that the person was indeed not you, and the way you patted your sibling's head after doing what he was told sent a completely humungous misunderstanding

"Oh, sorry for bothering you, Satan. We'll take our leave and you could get back to your book-"

The door suddenly slammed shut, and the way the demon looked at your brother made the little guy scared out of his mind

You tried comforting him, and at the same time question Satan's actions ("W-what's up with that?! You're scaring him!")

"*clicks tongue* How rude of you to not even introduce this little guy to me, MC" he said as he transformed into his demon form. (OH SH-)

Right before anything else, you knew immediately what you had to do

"T-thisismylittlebrotherandIwantedyouguystomeetandIthoughtbysurprisingyouinmeetinghimwouldbefunbutmyidioticselfdidn'tthinkabouthowyouwouldtaketheinformationinBLAHBLAHBLAH" (hehehe had a hard time reading your rambles?)

On and on you went about how you thought that Satan thought that your little brother would look like a kid that she had, but really, you guys were only siblings by BLOOD

Thankfully, he understood you right away and put his demon form aside (he might've even destroyed some of his precious books anyway)

Your little brother was... well, there's no way to sugarcoat his state otherwise than how TRAUMATIZED HE MIGHT'VE BEEN after seeing how mad Satan was (WE'RE TALKING ABOUT A FRIGGIN' 4-YEAR OLD IN FRONT OF A DEMONIC CREATURE no offense Satan)

Of course Satan felt bad, but he just had a really weird way of showing it (and it was probably really awkward for them)

It was just so frustrating that there was not even a little progression of bonding between your two favorite people (I swear I'm not biased with Satan), so you suggested storytelling to calm your little brother's nerves

Even if he clung onto you the entire time, you just knew that with a little more convincing and quality time, they'd get along just fine (but your little bro would probably still have his guard up whenever he sees Satan~)

ASMODEUS

Surprising Asmo seemed to be harder than you thought, as he's always poking his head around your door to see what your up to (he doesn't care about knocking because he likes to see your shocked and annoyed expressions)

After hours of trying to come up with an idea, you finally came up with a plan on how to still get a reaction from the Avatar of Lust

Firstly, you messaged him through your D.D.D saying that you wanted to come over to his room to have an extra long makeover session (without sounding sus about it)

His reply, an obvious yes, came seconds after you sent your message

Even if you knew that hiding your little brother behind you as you enter Asmo's room wouldn't really be an effective surprise, but hopefully he wouldn't notice him at first

"MC~! I have the perfect routine for our makeover today~ Just let me know which color do you prefer fir-"

Never have you ever thought that he was capable of dropping one of his nail polish bottles (as it was as precious as Grimm is to Mammon TvT) just because of the sight of your little brother

"Yeah, about that, hehe..." you trailed off as you let your brother show himself to Asmo "I wanted you to meet-"

He didn't let you finish and jumped straight onto your little brother and smothered him with a thousand compliments, headpats and cheek rubs

"Aaaah!!! MC's kid is so cuuuuuuuuuteeee~~!!! Even if he's not... ours, hehe, I'll still let him join our makeover today...~"

You noticed how for a second that he had a dejected look on his face and quickly covered it up with his regular smile, and wondered why he gave such an expression

That's when you went back to what he said seconds ago, about... your little brother being your child?!

Before Asmo could lift your brother up and onto his bed, you quickly explained that he was just your sibling and that you would never even think about having a kid with someone else

He seemed a little skeptical at first, but then he started seeing the similarity between you and your brother's skin complexion (kinda like Levi...)

After confronting the misunderstanding, Asmo was relieved knowing that you wouldn't do such a thing to some other person/ lowly demon, and the three of you enjoyed your quality time with each other (even though your little brother wasn't really fond of whatever Asmo was doing to his nails 😅)

BEELZEBUB

The kitchen was an obvious target for your surprise to Beel, and it was kind of easy as to how you would be able to do it

However, it was quite hectic as first, as this particular demon seems to come by to the kitchen every half hour (surprising how they could restock all the food he's eaten in that time xD)

Right before you knew Beel would walk into the kitchen any second, you told your little brother to hide in a drawer under the counter (luckily, it was big enough for him to fit in)

On his cue, the hungry Avatar of Gluttony was back for more, but firstly greeted and asked you if you wanted to eat something with him (💗 for my bebe)

His usual kitchen raid has begun. First the fridge, then the cupboards, then the other cupboards on the other side of the kitchen, (can ya'll just imagine how hard it was to contain the suspense when he'll find your bro in the drawer-) then the pantry, then back to the fridge for the remaining scraps (he) left

"Actually, I'm really sorry Beel but I feel a bit hungry now. Do you think there's something for me in the drawers under this counter?" you just threw the question at him out of nowhere, but he didn't mind and was serious about getting you something to eat

You really just couldn't. As soon as he laid eyes on your little brother, you burst out laughing at his startled reaction

He was still speechless when you tried to introduce your bro to him in the most general way possible ("Go say hi to Beelzebub, y/n")

"MC already has a child...??" That depressed face was enough to make a thousand crowds cry and wanna comfort the big guy (cough cough oBeY mE faNdOm cough cough) (i swear i won't hesitate to kill anybody who makes my man sad 😀🔪)

Even if it was a huge misunderstanding, you still felt guilty for making Beel feel that way and immediately cleared up the miscommunication saying that the little kid was your little brother

He gave out a huge sigh of relief and went back to his sweet, gullible self, trying to bond with your brother

Your boys got along in a matter of a few cookies

BELPHEGOR

If you thought that surprising the 24/7 sleeping demon would be an easy task, well TOO BAD

I'm just spitting it out that it's so frustrating when you underestimate Belphie's habits...

Unfortunately on the particular day you were going to surprise him, he just let himself in your room without knocking or warning to go straight to your bed to nap with you

This friggin demon just strolled into the room like he owns it, which never gave you the time to thoroughly think about how to introduce your little bro to him

You ended up diving under your sheets along with your sibling in hopes that the Avatar of Sloth didn't see anything

The bright side? He didn't notice that there was someone else other than you in the room

That was until he joined you under your sheets as well...

OK, there was no point in trying to hide away your little brother at this point, so when Belphie found you, he needed a full minute to adjust the sight of your little bro cuddling next to you

Well, this made him internally jealous and evidently a little furious, seeing how super close the kid he didn't know about with you

His reaction would be kind of like Satan's, but just a lazier version (this was enough for him to make the bother to transform to his demon form-)

Clearly seeing Belphie in that state meant NOTHING GOOD, so immediately, you told him that the little guy was your little brother and just plain spouting out words of reassurance that he was not anything else but a by-blood sibling

Eventually, the demon calmed down and proceeded to trapping you under his cuddle (I like to imagine this as you hug you little brother and then Belphie hugs you- UGH YES)

Sometimes, though, he'll attempt to try and slide you little bro off the bed so it'd be just the two of you (aHeM CHILD ABUSE??? jkjk)

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Here is the Tish and friends drabble.. i hope you guys don’t hate it.. i am not a writer lol

Letitia invites her stud friends over to watch Ramlas fight! She’s got drinks and you know this girl loves playing games so she created a little drinking game to play during the fight! Just to keep things interesting! My girl does love her drama.. 🤭so the play to the game goes as follows: when ramla knocks a good punch you take a sip, when she gets one given to her, you take a sip. And if a fighter gets K.O. You drink the whole glass. Everyone cheers and takes an initial shot before they get into the game. (Bruv Letitia is serving straight tequila don julio) you know these bitches bout to be fucked up! And not Letitia drinking water!!! 🤣

Jojo asks Letitia.. “is Fidji gonna be ok with you staying up and drinking with us all night?”

“Fidji Who?” Tish scoffs.

Jojo looks at her in shock as the other girls laugh and exchange looks 👀😅

“Nah nah, I’m playing shes in the room studying for her board exam. We just gotta keep it moderately quiet, but we good..” she cheeses with all 32 teeth! 😁

“But yea tonight is calm. It’s just the mandem drinking drinks, and watching the fight! Let’s get it!” She expresses before flopping down on the sofa between her bros.

Jojo had been spending so much time with Tish lately that she even agreed to let her stay a couple months, whilst jojo was getting her kitchen renovated. So they got super close and Tish was cool with her being in the know about her relationship with fidji but the other girls didn’t know to what extent Tish was fond of fidji. They think they’re all just best friends and jojo and fidji just stay over a lot cuz Tish hates being alone in her big house.

So surprisely enough, when one of her friends found a red lace bra in between the couch, Jojo quickly claimed it as being her girlfriends and they were making out on the couch one night. Everyone believed her and didn’t question whether it could have been fidji’s. But Tish and jojo knew better. 😉

“My bad Tish.. and yo bro lemme get that man you holding my ladies tings a lil too long friend!” she reaches out to the one who found it..

They get on with the game.. taking shots cuz it’s punches being thrown left and right. Ramla is looking good in the ring, her form is tight, her punches landing. Tish is imitating her moves. Showing off her muscles as she swings! “Man I can’t wait to start filming this! I’m gonna look so bad ass in this movie bro, it’s gonna be sick!”

Jojo teases “you gotta get thru sparring training first bro”

“I’m getting better, you ain’t seen my last sparring match cuz u was at the BOSS show in Paris with so and so(***) and you missed it. I almost K.O. Coach. But that’s what he gets for knocking my chin last time! Left a scar and everything! Had me looking like I be getting sucker punched in front of kehlani”

“I told my man’s before we started, not the face! This where I make my money! He said this is boxing! I’m knocking ya head off! Hands up!” Tish recollects as she motions her blocking stance.”

“And what he do? Knock ya head off” jojo laughed as she tapped Letitia’s chin with a light jab.. “that’s why I feel no shame getting my lick back!” Tish said as she switched in and out of her British-Guyanese accent.

She boasted a bit more before starting the fight back up.. they were watching an old fight of Ramlas on YouTube. Tish was back to imitating her moves and swinging in the air, showing off to her now drunk as hell friends who are laughing and cheering her on. She really is putting on a whole performance, presenting her full masculinity for display. She had the girls shook becuz they never seen her have so much BDE, they questioned where all that masc energy came out of such a sweet petite woman. But she carried it well. And it flowed so effortlessly out of her..

fidji came out of the room to see what all the fuss was. Tish was throwing quick jabs, flashing her muscles, and prancing around the floor as if squaring up with an opponent. As soon as she saw fidji she froze.. Like Ta’chala.

“Girl ain’t you supposed to be studying?” She tried to play off her sudden nervousness by switching over to her American accent. Fidji mimicked her “ain’t you supposed to be watching the fight.. not fighting the air?”

Everyone laughed.. including Tish. She loved how fidji wasn’t afraid to crack jokes on her, cuz Tish loves to laugh and clown and bring light into a situation. Fidji walked over to the couch and took a seat on the empty sectional corner. She motioned Tish to join her explaining that she couldn’t concentrate cuz of all the noise so she rather just come out here and have fun with everyone. They settled their dispute with a quick agreement in their eyes and they got cozy as everyone continued watching the game.

The atmosphere changed and Tish got all soft, polar opposite than how she was acting before. She kept checking on fidji to make sure she was good.. being extra sweet and attentive. “You got enough of the blanket love?… You gotta get up early you shouldn’t be taking shots with us.. let me get you some water… babe you think I could beat her in a fight? I been training and coach says I’m getting better, what u think?” Just in complete need of Fidji’s validation in the cutest way. The bros thought it was the corniest thing ever, and were definitely clowning her like “Bro where was all that 10 minutes ago when you was in the 8th round with the air??” One of them asked. She shushed them and ignored her friends and continued to dote about with fidji. As her drunk friends were now more entertained with what them two had going on than they were in the fight! But Tish is too smooth, she liquored them up while she drank water the whole time, so none of them will remember this tomorrow. So for now she can flirt in peace! 😌

What y’all think?

#dess asks #letitia wright #letitiawright

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